Absalom began to walk towards the general direction of the bakery -- not bothering to tell Robert it was a good mile from where they currently stood. 'Close' was such a subjective descriptor, after all.
"Ah, is that so?" Absalom said, as if that were the most novel coincidence that could have ever happened in all the possibilities of the universe. "I come from all over. I spent many, many years in London. Oh, say, about more than a few hundred, I would suppose." If he said anything out of the ordinary, one could not discern it from the rather bemused expression on Absalom's face, the same one that had been on his face the entire time he had been interacting with Robert. "I only moved from there to Vinter, ah, maybe a decade ago? O, or perhaps a little less than a decade."