They had the same manners, or at least similar. Nathaniel ate and enjoyed his bite of queso puff, humming to himself in appreciation of it, but made no attempt to speak and also didn't apologize for the pause or indicate that there would be one when it was his turn.
He noted the way John indicated the number two, like a European instead of the usual American way that made most look like they were flicking a backwards V.
Nathaniel chased his bite with water and shook his head, pausing to respond. "I'm an only child," he answered, unsure if he was supposed to be sorry or not that they weren't close, although he suspected it wasn't exactly easy not to have family there.
"Some people can hear fine, but don't listen worth a shit," he added before he took another bite, not realizing that might have been offensive.