It was said that reincarnated souls developed and transformed according to the needs of their current 'shell.' While Andrei believed with all of his heart that that simply wasn't possible (for forgiven souls went to Heaven to be with their Maker upon their bodies' deaths), it would have certainly made sense that his enigmatic personality was twisted into something more charming rather than thug-like this time around. He indeed could make an entire room light up.. although it appeared that bringing a smile to Zeus' face was going to be far more difficult than dropping a few brilliantly-concocted jokes.
After all of the residents were served, Andrei filled the plates of the other workers and then took his place at the head of the table. That was where he always sat, and while he would have rather put himself amongst them.. he understood the need for the respect that such a chair offered.
He ignored the fact that the gruff stranger chowed down right away, reaching for the hands of all those who wished to be involved with the customary prayer. It was brief and heartfelt, asking the Father to bless their meal. One the connection was broken, he dug in.. immediately wrapping pasta around his fork and slurping it up. "How are you today?" He asked the familiar man upon swallowing.