"Nice to meet you," Oriel said as their hands met and they shook, before he drew his hand back, to rest against the table top again. Only for a moment, before he reached for his mug again, and sipped at the tea, which was still pipping hot.
"I think they do?" He was sure he had seen people in there with laptops before, which was a decent sign of wireless. Although people could have just been writing in Word or doing something else offline, he supposed.
Blue eyes dropped down to the quill and the pen as well and he smiled. "I like both. And I always bring a bunch - incase one breaks, or runs out of ink." Which always seemed to happen right at the worst time, when inspiration was spilling out of him like a waterfall!