"There's a burned down house. No doubt someone will seek to have it rebuilt at some point. It would be useful to have plans before that is wanted," Reeve mused aloud, processing the question before he actually processed the question.

After a moment he realized what he'd said and paused, blinking. Only then did he look up, finally looking at the woman. When had someone come to be at his table. Oh, his soup. Right, he should eat something.

"Hello."