Crow messed with his hair for a moment. "Horrible? We guess. We weren't the worst off, though. No fresh injuries -" he was still carrying the numbness of one prior injury, though, although it was kind of related... no need to worry Andrea, though "- or anything like that. Just lost stuff." Lots of stuff, like money. It would have helped to have that in a bank or something, but hey, he was legally dead already.

Greek mutants were celebrities? That was interesting. "So over there, you get swarmed by adoring people? Must be easier to get bills to pay, at least."

Ummmm had he just inspired Andrea to share her life story? Huh. That felt like it ought to be a bit awkward. He let her talk, though, just leaning back a little to watch the sky. Nice and grey. If it weren't for the city around, this might almost feel like home. Not as damp, of course, but better than some of the land he had crossed on his way here.

"Cities do definitely offer more variety than small communities. The place we were born, well, all the islands put together had about five thousand people. There weren't any people who were openly mutants; people like us were always an issue other places dealt with. The mainland, cities, places like that." He shrugged. "We found out there were actually mutants among us when the local doctor smuggled us onto a ferry. Apparently our mother came across us after our wings came in - not a pleasant time, that - and had a bit of a breakdown. He was an illusionist of sorts, I think. At any rate, we have a death certificate somewhere." He grinned. "Guess that means we can't even pretend to be Finn Rocas anymore, can we?" The thought amused him, to be 'Crow' so thoroughly. "But anyway - surely you have more pleasant experiences than just awkward familial relations?"

He... had a death certificate?! She was stunned beyond words, and thus just turned her chin forward and stared off awkwardly toward where they were walking. He'd ended all of that with a question, had't he? A question for and about her. "Well.." She gladly sprang at the chance to turn things in a lighter direction, even if it hard for her to pinpoint one thing in particular to talk about.

"Actually, there are. One in particular being that I am engaged." Smiling, she reached for a slim chain around her neck, hidden by her clothing, and tugged it gently out. There was a ring attached, a simple gold band with a conservatively sized jewel in the center. Andrea showed it to Crow, her cheeks flushing lightly in the process, and a childish, happy smile capturing her lips.

She tucked it away again after admiring it herself, and stopped before the restaurant she had told him about. She held the door open for him, "When I first moved here he was one of the first people I met. His name is Saphirus, and he was loud, crude, and so very, very frustrating. But he was't afraid of me... and he didn't care what I looked like, so he just kinda grew on me after a while." She shrugged, mostly to herself.

To be entirely honest, it amused Crow almost as much to legally be Finn Rocas no longer as how people reacted when they found out they were talking with a 'corpse.' Not that they weren't, at least in part, what with his ribs, but hey! It was the paper that counted!

"Oh that's great!" Weddings were amazing! He'd never been to one, but still! He grabbed Andrea by the wrists and spun her around in a happy little circle before it occurred to him that the contact might not be welcome. "Ahem. Congratulations." He may have been flushed with excitement, as much as white and black skin can show a blush properly, but mostly he was trying to keep from laughing and walk.

Oh that was preeeeeet-not his. Ahem. Crow looked up from his scrutiny of the pretty ring to grin at Andrea again. "It's gorgeous," he declared, and then stifled a snort at her description of her boyo. "Don't you be afraid to slap him into proper manners," he said cheerfully before shrugging at her door-holding and stepping inside. Ooooh warm indoors! "Guys can be pretty dense sometimes, but we learn. Eventually." He winked.

A little gasp escaped her at Crow's sudden reaction and action. Spinning was not something she'd really experienced yet, save for spinning herself, and what one did with ones self was entirely different than being spun by someone. A flash of anxiety blew over her from his hands suddenly being on her, before she got control of herself again. The short spin made her hair fly; an act that startled the snakes within quite soundly. Ira, Avarice, Lust, and the rest peeked out the moment she stopped, while her hair was still swinging behind her, and glanced around in irritation for the source of their upset.

Andrea had dissolved into giggles, and after smoothing her clothes out she swatted the upset snakes away and grinned at Crow. "Thank you very much, Crow. You are one of the first people I have told, you know!"

Another few giggled accompanied his wise advice, and she followed him inside. While the diner was very well run and served very good food, it was also very relaxed. One had only to choose what he or she wanted from the menu up front, take a seat, and the order would be brought over the moment it was done. Thankfully, it was pretty slow at this time of day, so only one other person was at the front ordering. "Thankfully I do not have to slap him. All I have to do if purse my lips and squint-- well, perhaps not so much the squinting-- but I just do this." She made a face at Crow, trying to mimic how she looked when very displeased, and giggled.

The solitary person in front of them moved, his order done, and she stepped up. She ordered Greek, true to her word, and stepped aside for Crow to order while she fished her wallet out. From behind the counter in the kitchen, a gruff voice called out: "Who is that? I recognize that voice!"

A burly armed man in his mid fifties rounded the corner with four coating the apron he wore and his hands. He had a slight accent, maybe Italian, maybe something else, and when he spotted the green mutant on the other side of the counter he grinned. "Andrea! My friend, where have you been? We've been wondering where you ran off too!"

He came around to them, heedless of her snakes or of Crow standing beside her, and clapped her heavily on the shoulders. Almost effortlessly, she was lifted and a kiss placed squarely on each cheek, before he deposited her back on her feet. Andrea, with her face flushed red, wriggled in her coat. "Hello, Marco, I have..eh, well, been in Greece, actually." She smiled impishly, shooting crow a goofy look. Marco huffed, crossing his arms before him. "Ah, I see. Visited home and family, then? Did you perhaps bring me back any of those little cheeses your fine country makes?" He earned a laugh from her with a waggle of his bushy eyebrows. "No, I believe that is Sweden, Marco." He opened his mouth again, "and no yogurt, either." Then promptly shut it.

Andrea gestured to Crow, "This is Crow, my friend." Turning a smile her fellow mutants way, "And this is Marco, crow. He owns this restaurant."

Oh! Look at all the snakes! Crow gave them a little wave once everyone settled back to the floor. That was an instance where his wings were useful, and they settled back to his back after their brief, effective fluttering. "Well, why not tell more people? Everyone loves happy people, and engagements and weddings are a definite mark of happy!"

He laughed aloud again, without restraint, at the imitated angry-face. "Yes, we do imagine that should do the trick on anyone with the slightest bit of heart. Just make sure you keep him in line, arright?"

Ooooh food. So many options! Opinions and decisions fluttered through his minds and face like so many shed feathers under a roost-tree on a windy day, and then he finally managed to come to some consensus and rambled his cheerful order. And then turned to see some big guy pouncing on Andrea and mashing his face into hers.

...

Oh, they knew each other. Cool! He stretched a wing in front of him to straighten a few crooked feathers while they chatted. Oh, that was his name! Probably. Some people just talked about crows, since they were wonderfully ubiquitous unless there were magpies around (and then they should be ubiquitous, and drive out the silly cowfeatherthings), but he rather thought that Andrea was referring to him in this instance. It would be logical, yes? So he waved to the guy. Oh! Food-place owner! Nice.

Marco beamed and cleaned his hands off on his apron. "Anything you want, my friend, i'll make it up special for you!" The large man sent a wink in crow's direction, too. "You're friend here, too! On the house!"

The Greek opened her mouth to protest eating for free, but was quickly enveloped in a face consuming bear-hug when Marco looped his arms around her shoulders. "No protests! I'm overjoyed to see my friend, and you must allow me to show it!"

Once Andrea could breath again, she righted her glasses and smoothed her hair back down. "... alright, Marco." Grinning from ear to ear, she let him know what she wanted, and then turned her attention to crow.