Gracious that she had not thought less of him for immediately jumping into a story about himself, Rye continued to allow himself to relax. It was becoming easier by the moment, but he wondered if being open and easy would come back to hurt him. Past experience had taught him that people took to him easily, folding themselves into the pages of his life, but Rose was not like all of those that he had met before. Her life was intertwined with his against their will, she was being forced to endure his company and locked emotions. What was easy now could be near impossible a month in the future. It unnerved him to think that she would become privy to his whims and ways, but that's what a wife did. Rose would come to know him in and out, would she think less of him then? He pondered the idea in the grim corners of his whirring thoughts.
"Rosie," Rye considered with a smile. It was a cute name, and easily reflected the nature of its wielder. He already found that his initial observation was proving correct, Rose was a very friendly girl with no objection to being civil. Despite their impending engagement. "Oh, Nathalie? That's a very pretty name," he commented in honesty. Much better than his own middle name, Edison. "Were you named after someone?" He wondered if his inquiries were too prying, but, in the end, figured that this was their only chance to get to know one another before the rings were exchanged. Pushing that thought as far from his mind as he could manage, he put his head back into the conversation. "Early? Can't say I've ever been able to wrap my head around that concept," he joked lightly. Just another adjustment he would have to make, being on time for things. "I can, however, wrap my head around a milkshake. Would you like one? I mean, to replace what you've already massacred," another teasing comment detected by his pleasant smile.
After catching the eye of a worker, Rye motioned for two milkshakes. One for him and one for Rose to either sip or stir to her mind's content. Could that be considered a datelike move? Or would it merely be acting like a gentleman? He wasn't sure, but he knew that over analyzing that situation would only increase the constant second guessing he continuously found himself doing. Just being himself was all he could do at the moment. Date or meeting, whichever.
"Sixteen, wow," Rye said in awe. "No wonder the name brought about so many faces. Do you all have red hair?" he inquired curiously, if only to put his mental image to rest. It was interesting to learn she had so many family members, but it made his thoughts skip to the wedding and all of the seats they were destined to fill. "But I think I've met Hugo, doesn't he work in the Ministry? I'm sure we've crossed paths," he confirmed. "I, however, am not nearly as lucky. My family is much smaller. I've only got two sisters: Remy, who is the youngest of us, and Renee is the oldest."