Blue eyes shifted to his feet and then back, adjusting his legs to underneath him. "Right. Public fires," he reminded himself. His grandmother had given him a checklist of things to go over now that he'd be around outsiders more often. The dos and donts of what the mundane patrons might think twice on; not that there were many patrons this close to the village.
"Yeah, thanks." Orion reached over the fire to take the flask and drink from it. "So, you're a telepath then? Where do you work, the fortune-telling booth?" He joked, handing back the drink.