Everdale wasn't exactly John's cup of tea, either. He preferred the noise and hustle of the city, had ever since coming back from the war especially. Still, a day trip or whatever one might call this outing wasn't bad. It was about the closest thing to traveling one could do in Preya, after all.
Still, he had been happy to settle in with a mug of mead, assuming he'd save the cider for next. He never knew how to time these things when somewhere was so far off. He looked up at the name, a bit curious about it, but not questioning, just offering a little smile. "You were the one offering to have cider with me, weren't you? Sit."