Caleb guided them over to a table and eased down into the booth. He folded his hands on the table, then moved them to his lap, then put them back on the table.
"So, you mentioned that you are from a different point in time than me. Apparently that is not altogether uncommon, uh, here. From what I have observed on the...on the..." Lifting a hand, Caleb's fingers wiggled in the air, as if to suggest some strange contraption, "the internet. People's relatives coming and going, or children that they don't even know they had from the future. It's very strange."
But very interesting, if Caleb had to admit. And he didn't.
"I am interested to know what happened. When we returned to the Empire. What can you tell me?"