"Ahhh, good. Any kind of playroom for her, big kitchen?" He smiles slightly and shrugs, "I don't mind a bit of archaic or underused language, myself. Took me a bit to adjust to the slang and then it went and kept on changing, so, eh. You have the second language excuse at least." His expression falls some and he pops another olive into his mouth. "Thanks. No, not him, we-- separated, about three months ago. And we've only talked once since. Over the phone. This is the first I've seen him anywhere since then. So it's with the second I mentioned, only one now."