Zechariah beamed.

“A friend of mine summers here, and wanted me to see the sights with him.”

Mostly the saunas. The men there were typically too forward for both their tastes, as far as Zechariah could tell... but Chris seemed intent to bring him regardless. He blinked at the improper cup, but he supposed it was short notice. Smiling again, he took a polite sip.

“I enjoy, uh, fishing.”

That was what they did around here to pass the time, was it not?

“What do you like to do, sir?”