Logan noticed the amount of food she had ordered and while he wanted to ask, he felt it was better not to. Women always had a way of explaining their intentions somehow, be it subtle or not. He would just wait and see what unfolded when the time came.
"Canada. Born in Alberta. Wasn't there long," Logan replied with a nod. She could probably tell by the iota of accent that he had for some reason held on to, the lingering Canadian French. It was different from the language in the mother land, but Logan didn't care where it was from. He knew both fluently and could use them interchangeably when the time presented itself.
His cabin wasn't exactly in or near Alberta, as it left a bad taste in his mouth even though his lineage was well died out and covered over with modern technology. A lot of events in his life seemed to occur in the wilds of his homeland and Logan wasn't too keen on sharing the chapters of his life.