Drake gave a quick nod at the comment about Stormvale being a very unique place. Indeed, Drake also had never been anywhere quite like the little town by the shore… although, in Drake’s case, he hadn’t really been to a lot of places, overall. A few, sure, but most of those places were the big places that people tended to visit at some point in their life anyway. Vegas, San Diego, New York City, places like that. He hoped that he would add international travel to his list at some point in his life, and had a strong feeling that he would, eventually, but even then… he was looking at places like Seoul, London, Sydney, as opposed to smaller, more intimate locales. Maybe he would have to rethink his itinerary. Whatever the case, it was not an immediate concern.
If the man recommended the crinkle cut fries, then… the crinkle cut fries were going to be what Drake ordered. Well, that and the onion rings, because he was told that everything was good. While some people may have been distrustful of strangers in a variety of situations, Drake was one of those people who at least tried to give people the benefit of the doubt and gauge the environment before making any sort of judgment call. What kind of context would lead to a culinary suggestion going wrong? He couldn’t think of one. Although, if his trusting nature ultimately led to something unpleasant… he’d have to rethink his stance in the future.
It dawned on Drake, in passing, that he had been slightly remiss in his manners. “I’m sorry… you’ve been super helpful in more ways than one, which I completely appreciate… and I didn’t even bother to introduce myself. I’m Drake.” Most of the introductions that he had had with the locals had been because Fiona was there with him, and they knew her, so it only seemed natural to introduce him. This was one of the few times that he had been out and about, conversing, without his wife at his side, hence the faux paus.