When his English improved he could tell her more about his culture, more so the important of hospitality and the rules that circled everyday life. In his youth these rules hadn't mattered, he knew them he just didn't care. Since his time on the Ketil farm these things became more important. Something to hold on to to become that better person he wanted to be.

Food had always been his major weakness, and she was a hell of a cook. "Ja... yes. Much good." He would get very down sooner or later. He moved to pull a chair out, motioning down a silent request if it was okay. It's never okay to give a woman unwanted attention, but he wanted to find a way to ask about her relgion without being rude... and while still dealing with the language issue. "Others happy." He spoke looking at the crowd.