[It's lively enough that he feels fortunate for the spot they've secured, placing their drinks upon the table and settling in. Free of his pack and finally off his feet, Jeremiah's entire body aches in relief he didn't know he needed, drawing a large, contented sigh. With the harder portion of the day behind them, it seems far easier for him to relax his mind as well, soaking in the glow of the late sun.

Lelouch's comments come as little surprise, perhaps even as a show of good spirits. It matters not where they are, how grand or modest his lot in life, he'll likely always sound like a ruler.] I don't think it's quite that invasive, if people do offer it up so easily. Curiosity of others is already a very human inclination.

[Tilting his head in thought, he takes a sip of his drink, mulling it over to note the differences between what he'd assumed it was. Different, but quite good, and as refreshing as he'd been looking for. The small feast Lelouch acquired looks equally tempting, but he's not about to dig in this very second, just to speak around a mouthful.]

Hm... [He would ask in turn what Lelouch wants to know, but that's not in the spirit of things. What's on his mind, then.] Have I told you much about my family?