"Many haven't," He shrugged again, and the old grandmother who still kept the kitchen came out and waved them toward a table herself. It was a small place, almost unknown, but he'd found it one night after playing streetcorners all night. "Many never needed to."
At a table in the corner, he pulled out Hecate's chair for her to sit. He didn't even think of these small courtesies now, or how odd they might seem.