"That's no trouble ser." Noah replied. He had no trouble with dirt. He had slept in dirty places and the house was often dirty for his parents were useless and his siblings were almost as useless. "Aye ser," he lied in reply to the next question. Well, he was sober now, so he wasn't really lying on that count, and he intended to work hard.

He followed the man in and looked around. It was a pleasant house, quite different from any of the small worn down tenement dwellings he was used to. It looking cleaner and lighter, and certainly more spacious.

He sat down. Oh... was he getting food now? This guy really liked handing out bread, didn't he? "Erm... aye ser, if it's no trouble. Thank you." He watched him preparing sandwiches, frowning a little as if trying to figure this Mr. Meijer out. This was certainly not what he had expected. If the guy was genuine, James was a bloody fool for playing truant so much.