Anders arched an eyebrow, but he didn't ask what a butterfly was, or a rainforest. Or a tsunami. He thought he knew what 'proverbial' meant, though, so he just gave a bit of a shrug.
He tilted his head at the explanation of the man's age, brows lifting. Good and raw end of the deal... well, he supposed what folks said was true about making pacts with the devil. Still, it wasn't his place to make judgements about a man's life.
At the comment about his looks, Anders smirked, glancing at the photo again. "You shoulda seen me when my sisters made me wear a dress. I truly was the prettiest little thing in our village," he smirked, then drank a bit from his bottle before the less pleasant memories could follow. "My daddy weren't good for nothin' but drinkin' or hollerin', but the rest of thems were good people. Tim took care of us from afar, and Mary and Callile brought the rest of us up as rightly as they could. Made sure we said our prayers and such. I don't know where this photo came from, we weren't never all in the same place at the same time and we sure didn't have the money for a picture. Still."
Still, he was grateful for the photo. He'd realized that his siblings weren't in the Hotel themselves, and that it took some kind of magic for him to have the picture, but that was alright. As alright as it could be. He took another drink.
"Bah, listen t' me fussin' about the long gone. Tell me about Earth the Was, was it true that the planet was full of water? And proper critters the size of men, more than cows or horses? What was it like to live with so many people?" He was clearly enthralled by the idea. Almost nobody really knew anything about the home planet, the stories had been retold so many times the same creature could have any sort of description attached and nobody would know different. Anders could only picture skies full of water, land thick with properly green vegetation, and all sorts of mythological beasts that weren't insects or snakes.