Oh. So he hadn't been reading the other's interest right. Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, then decided it wasn't that big a mistake to make. He didn't mind going ahead with the conversation anyway.

"Yeah," he said. "I've been here a couple days." He gestured at the two open notebooks. "This isn't really my work. I'm just copying some maps a friend of mine made. I, uh, sort of borrowed his journal." He still wasn't sure how he ended up back in his room still holding the journal. If he was carried back unconscious, wouldn't he have lost his hold on it?

The other man's eating reminded him of his own half-eaten plate of waffles, still sitting on the table a little to the right of the book he'd been drawing in. Setting the pen down, he picked up his utensils and forked a bite into his mouth. "What 'bout you?" he asked, swallowing - just as bad with his manners when it came to eating food.