Log, coffeeshop: Ren S & Newt P
"I don't know if you asked, really," Ren shrugged. Did he have a favorite place? He'd enjoyed England, if he were honest. He'd had good times at the boarding school and in some ways it was one of the places he'd most enjoyed throughout his life. "And it's not a problem, I just wasn't expecting the question, I guess?" He settled over the tea, finally pouring it out and handing a cup over to Newt.
"Milk? Sugar?" He added, as he reached for some of those things, even as he decided he'd pour himself a cup of coffee if Newt was going to be staying there by him.
"In some ways England is probably one of my favorite places. I loved the areas up by Oxford, and I would have stayed there for longer - thought about it even - if my family hadn't been back over here for the most part. I also loved parts of Romania - the mountains in that country are gorgeous, and some of the architecture? Like... Italy. I've always enjoyed the Pacific Northwest in this country too." Ren realized he was admitting how much he'd traveled, but he didn't really care that much. "What brought you to America?"