He smiled a little at that. Food did seem to help bind people together. The water was boiling in the kettle, and he brought down an extra cup automatically while pouring it into the stoneware to steep. Connor didn't mind her taking steps into the cooking area to see the food for herself. In fact, it seemed to amuse him that she just so comfortably took the space as though she belonged there and didn't bother to question if she was intrusive or not.
"My story? Eh, I don't suppose there is too much to tell. I've been living at the monastery that Dad went to for a time when he needed a retreat. My mother likes swift changes of pace, so we both decided the more stable environment was better for me, especially since I was starting to have discipline and anger issues." With as calm and mellow as he seemed now, those seemed quite resolved. "Dad came back to it, and I managed to tag along with him when he left. Then he found out I knew who he was, there was some running about that involved arrows and shooting things, and well, quite glad to be at a homestead to settle for a time." He looked about the kitchen briefly. "Though I'm not sure for how long."