[The grills: Castor & Pollux]
There was a polite laugh that spilled from his lips at her comment.
"Well, it sure has seen a fair bit of miles in the last year. I think it might have picked up a few hitchikers His accent, once upon a time, had fit right in where he was from. Now her observation couldn't have been any more accurate. He let the scene just play out from there, watching as she moved to get a beer for herself (which earned a slightly surprised but approving uptick of his eyebrow) and went bouncing about with a type of whimsy he'd long thought gone from the world. He kept right on watching as she climbed back up on the table and set about introducing herself in a stream of words and his friendly smile remained an equal constant until she seemed to have finished and held out the beer for him to open.
"And what if I'm more of a Sal Paradise? Or Hazel-Rah?" He cracked the beer and handed it back to her. "Not that I mind. At least you didn't say Heathcliff."
Don't you think that would have been appropriate? The voice in his head decided now was a good time to chime in, but Will did his best to ignore it.
"So Hannah, who makes coffee and has a trailer in Hookerville with a cat..." He started off by grabbing a beer and copping a squat Repeating the information back was a way of making sure he retained it while also showing that he'd paid attention. Plus, his complete lack of judgement when it came to Hookerville was something he actively tried to convey in his tone. The worst that would draw was a concerned look, which was really more a habit from when the badge he'd worn on his chest was a golden shield, at least for the time being.
"Appreciate you taking the time to come out." He finally finished the thought and washed down the words with a sip of his own drink. "I know it's probably a bit norm for this place..." Another sip of beer as his free hand gestured kind of amorphously around. "But it's not everyday a stranger's so willing to meet another one in the park for a barbecue — and you can call me Will."