Re: At the Picnic Table
“Hello, Stiles. It's very nice to meet you,” Alcuin couldn't help but smile at the boy's enthusiasm. It could be a very awkward and uncomfortable thing to introduce a brand new slave to the household, but the boy seemed friendly enough. “Your supposition is correct,” he quickly wiped his hands on a nearby napkin and reached out to shake his hand. It wouldn't do to be rude, after all – even if it was only another slave. “My name is Alcuin – Alcuin nó Delaunay.”
“Would you like something to eat?” Alcuin gestured to his plate with a polite smile. “My eyes were larger than my stomach, I'm afraid. Everything looked so delicious I endeavored to try at least a little bit of everything. It seemed rude not to.”