[There’s a softer, more genuine smile at that last statement. Basil hasn’t had a friend in a long time. He’s not sure he can believe it’s possible anymore, but it’s an offer he can’t take for granted....]

Ah… that’s very kind of you. [Fingers laced tightly together until now loosen. They don’t release completely, but he hasn’t seen a familiar face here yet. Maybe it’ll be okay.] My name’s Basil. What’s yours?

[Nails thrum on the fortune table behind him. Basil tries to ignore it.]