He nods gently and sets the milk and sugar on the counter for when he needs them. Right now he's more focused on the story than the coffee, as he should be. Angel's voice is like a harp, lulling his nerves back into a functional state.

Now that nothing really needs to be done he leans against the counter and watches her, with a look of quiet adoration. Gwen is a great name. So is Inesa, Ingrid, Angel, and Diane. What's that line? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

"Did they have animals, on the farm?" It's important. To the story, obviously.