He gave her a once over and agreed, "You are far too slim to be the man himself but don't be in a hurry to grow a beard for next December I don't think it would do at all to hide your face," Lot walked slowly with her beside him enjoying the vibe surrounding the Marina. It was nicer during the holidays normally people were walking around with their heads down and shoulders hunched or with their shoulders back brazenly begging for confrontation. At least the thought of gifts, a good meal and free drinks were enough to put smiles on their faces.
"You're very charitable to be thinking of the Enks, in the spirit of the holiday I have opened the doors to any that wish to come by but I also hope, selfishly, that they think better of it, you know my lot they don't tend to stop to think with their brains before answering with their fists and there have been some pre seasonal bust ups with some new faces rolling into town," he looked almost regretful but he didn't scold his tribe diligence exactly, "We've got lunch set up in the museum later, I imagine a hungry hoard to arrive well before then, you're welcome to stay for a drink or even come by later after your own celebration if you fancy it? It'd be nice to have you there I haven't seen you around a lot lately and with very few smiling faces come the winter I quite miss it," he smiled kindly at her.