"Well its nice to meetchu Cerise." he did not question his name, for all he knew that was normal where she came from, Sam as not a well travelled man after all. Without acknowledging it he slid his bowl across the table to her and continued eat his bread. it was still a bit too soon coming out of the hangover for him to eat that at this point. "So cerise, where you from? can't say i've heard anyone talk like you." the same could be said for him, but how many people actually stop and consider how their accents sound to others? again he would repeat his childish antics if she tried to deny the food, simply making sure the bowl was in front of her if she tried to push it away, purposefully acting like he didn't even know it was happening. no one scrapes a bowl like that unless they are still hungry, and he wasn't gonna get away with eating less than she needed.