The other major layout difference was that everything was a mirror image. Instead of the kitchens being down the way and to the left, they were down the way and to the right. He led her to them. "Oui, curtains were Artans' predecessor's decision. Man did music, tch. No accountin' for taste." He opened the fridge and grabbed himself a fresh beer as well as one for her. He uncapped them both and handed one to her, sliding easily onto a stool near the counter and looked her over. Just as he remembered her -- young, beautiful. Deadly, witty.
The sword's name got him to quirk a brow, and a smile melted into place. "King Arthur's sword. Rumored t'be real, real name bein' Caliburn. Enchanted by Merlin." He took a sip of his brew and his smile tilted.