Gideon is a massive source of free intel on Folkmore, and she's not trying to keep it private. If that gets people to talk to her, so be it. Someday she may make that suggested pamphlet that gets mentioned now and again. It simply involves skills that are not her strong suit. Talking with people, even complete strangers? Oh yes, please. Plus she's nowhere near as many conversations about the basics of Folkmore as she is conversations about bones. Or what Crux plans to do with her bones once she's dead. Y'know, she needs to beat those records.

"Menu changes here regularly. Different stuff every week." Gideon grins and takes a seat outdoors. Somehow, she feels this new guy would be more comfortable there than inside. The menu is thin, like newspaper, and Gideon eyes multiple dishes. Her eyes may be larger than her stomach, but her stomach is huge.

"Order whatever you want. First meal in Folkmore's on me."