As Max launched into her interesting, if not long winded response to his question, Elijah found himself nodding along politely, as he was apt to do when he didn’t want to offend anyone too grievously. But decided as she was about half way through, that the small brewery/restaurant combo actually sounded like something he might enjoy looking up in the future. He made a mental note to look into the place some more when he wasn’t supposed to be watching the northern lights. After another beat he added “Do I owe you something for the drinks, and the sandwich?” Social conventions like this one made him want to eat his shoe. He couldn’t ever figure out whether he was in the right or the wrong asking these kinds of things.
He nodded again while the witch finished describing the inside of the brewery, and thought that if they had a quiet corner he could sit in, he definitely wouldn’t mind spending some time there when he didn’t care to be at home in his room. Veela’s Dance wasn’t particularly clever in his mind, but he said nothing of the sort as he tipped the bottle back in his hands to examine the bottle. It was a home brew alright, and it looked just rustic enough that he imagined many a folk grabbed it off the shelves for its unlabeled novelty.
When Max reassured him that she wasn’t trying to poison him, Eli laughed “I wouldn’t have guessed you were, but perhaps that’s my fault. Anyway, whats a few drinks between friends?” He added nervously before clamming up again, and taking a deep drink from the bottle in his hand. The more he drank the stuff, the more he enjoyed it, he noticed. It was odd, but he supposed this was probably why regular people also enjoyed the stuff. But he put that topic aside for another time, as he watched the witch nod. She certainly did like to nod, he noticed, and she had yet to call him Eli like so many others did without thinking.
Elijah wasn’t sure how to feel about it, if he was being honest, but he didn’t mind it enough at the moment to be cross with his companion, which was a rare occurrence in itself. Eli realized Max had stopped talking about the once in a lifetime chance to see the lights rather suddenly. Frowning the wizard debated whether or not it would be appropriate to say anything pointing it out, but quickly decided that it might be one of those taboo things, and decided not to risk it. Twitching slightly, Elijah shot a quick glance at Max, waiting for her to recover enough to continue before he said anything more “Better to know what’s coming than not, I suppose..” He knew he must have been horribly awkward, because even he could feel it that time.
Taking a bite out of his sandwich, the man chewed and listened as Max poked her telescope with her toe. He offered her another smile after he’d managed to swallow the rather large bite and nodded. But he was glad that she’d been obviously more thoughtful than he had. He’d brought comics, for Merlin’s sake.
While he mulled over the best way to answer Max’s question, he fiddled with the small piece of charcoal that had found its way into his hand again, then absently rubbed a finger along his nose before he’d realized he’d done it again. He was so used to being covered in ink, charcoal, or paint that the brunette didn’t mind, but he didn’t want to appear completely socially inept for once in his life “Probably both, if I can manage to get some good drawings and a good picture or two for later use..” He paused shrugging “Honestly, I think I’m just glad I’m here, to see it.” It was an unusually honest response, and Elijah wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but didn’t think anything more of it as he returned her question “How about you? What’s your preferred method?”