"Games. How quaint." He didn't understand the appeal of one person games, honestly. His kinds of games were generally cards or chess on some occasions. He'd even tried darts! But just mindlessly playing a game by oneself, well, what was the point?

"Mm. Nothing really. Not that I can see." Other than the library perhaps but... "I'm afraid it's rather small town." It has been a while since he'd lived in one. He preferred the more urban centers. He handed the mirror back, and in the distraction, liberated another bacon half to the side of holiness, munching on it happily.

"We'll be rather starved for culture here."