He laughs again, louder. It's only half for the the pun itself, the other half being for the fact that Ekkehardt's actually punning with him.
The suggestion is not what he expected, but in some strange way it makes sense, especially as Ekkehardt explains. He grins wide. He reaches over slapping a hand on the man's back and shoulder.
"Haha! Ekkehardt, amigo, you are going to become one of of my favorite people if you're not careful there!" He keeps his hand on Ekkehardt's shoulder, bringing him into a brief and slight sway. "The Tavern it is!" He says, pointing up to the sky.
He likes people watching. Especially this kind, the kind where people weren't trying to seek out attention per se, but wanted a little fun.
In no time at all, they get there, and he pushes open those heavy wooden doors. "So what are you thinking, bar side or table?" All dependent on if they wanted or needed any manner of privacy-- at least to start.
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The suggestion is not what he expected, but in some strange way it makes sense, especially as Ekkehardt explains. He grins wide. He reaches over slapping a hand on the man's back and shoulder.
"Haha! Ekkehardt, amigo, you are going to become one of of my favorite people if you're not careful there!" He keeps his hand on Ekkehardt's shoulder, bringing him into a brief and slight sway. "The Tavern it is!" He says, pointing up to the sky.
He likes people watching. Especially this kind, the kind where people weren't trying to seek out attention per se, but wanted a little fun.
In no time at all, they get there, and he pushes open those heavy wooden doors. "So what are you thinking, bar side or table?" All dependent on if they wanted or needed any manner of privacy-- at least to start.