Thanks are in order

Stepping inside, you see a man, his hair greying at the temples and a heavily peppered short beard. He looks surprisingly uncomfortable, "I thought we should be, uh," He pauses, "More formally introduced." Setting in the chair his daughter had vacated a few minutes earlier,

Your mind goes back to the Flasher attack, and the vague events following it, blushing slightly, "I, um, thank you." You say finally.

When he offers you the sandwich, you take it directly off the plate instead of taking the plate. You take a big bite of the sandwich, swallowing almost before you can chew, then taking another big bite of the delicious, freshly baked bread.