That was the problem with being so darn cheerful most of the time, the littlest twinge of a sour expression stood out like a proverbial sore thumb. But as quickly as considering his departure from England had bothered him, he'd recovered as the other man carried the conversation on. "Here is brilliant. I quite enjoy here." At least as a sort of home base he did.
"You've already paid up, in full I might add. This is far more enjoyable than drinking tea on my own. I appreciate the company." But when the other man mentioned odd jobs, something clicked. He squinted briefly, as though attempting to picture his breakfast companion's face as a tiny 100x100 icon. "Blimey, you're the man from the Internet. The one I mentioned my wobbly porch steps to." The good Doctor chuckled, clearly amused by the chance encounter. "Obi-Wan, wasn't it?"