He watched idly as Victoire prepared the tea, then switched his focus to the various sandwiches. There were so many options, but Godric had never been a fussy eater. If food was prepared for him, the chances he would not eat it were slim to none -- he had become so accustomed to a poor man's meal on his travels that anything fancier than old stew was something of a delicacy.
"It is the strangest thing I ever seen," Godric admitted, with an an appropriately bemused expression. "All of this -- the word is technology? -- I have stayed away from it. Some months ago a kamra was explained to me, but it is easier to call all these things magic, and nothing more. The food and the clothing, these are not so difficult, as even in my time, it differ from country to country. The housing as well; it is not so great a leap of thought that I find it terribly odd. The hardest part has been your language, to learn so much in so short a time."
Godric was still a little awkward speaking English, or at least he felt that way as he listened to himself. The journals translated automagically for him and he was certain that his speech sounded much more educated on paper than it did in person. He nodded his thanks for the tea, but like the times when he had tried coffee, he drank it without any additions, to keep it simple.
"I offer to meet with all or most, but I understand that sometime there are people who are more important. Their family and their friends. But I expect it, so it is no matter. When I first woke here, the only person I look for was my sister -- I understand."