[ Very polite. She likes that, heading inside, though once past the threshold she waits for him to join her, her eyes scanning the tables. How do restaurants work in a town that has no monetary system to speak of? ]

No, it's okay. I can understand the confusion. We probably look exactly the same, right? More or less. We've just lead different lives. Though ... I'm starting to wonder if there's a version of you in my universe that I just haven't met yet.