[are you kidding, I live for this sort of thing]
"Everdale, yeah. It's about twenty minutes, you don't have to rush," with an easier smile, his dark eyes warming as he watches the flying fingers. "Worth a visit, if you don't mind having to walk down the street to access the network."
He blinks at the change of subject, nonplussed and a little startled. Then he laughs again, tilts his head in a half-shrug, you got me there. "No, I'm not," he admits. "A lot of things I don't expect. You?"