[Ches doesn't quite realize the depth of Wanda's history with her brother or the fate that befell him, but he does realize that there's something going on to do with him, mostly because she doesn't talk about him. He knows he'd personally be going on about his brother, gushing really, because he loves him and he's alive and well and they're still together, or at least were before he came to this place.

So he leaves that be. Doesn't ask about him anymore.]

Got it in one. That's exactly the climate. This is a pretty usual summer's day, around 25 to 30 celsius and a little breezy. Winters are below freezing, with a bit of snow.

[A little smile as she introduces herself, and he offers her his hand even while they walk toward the house.]

Chester Fields. Call me Ches if you like.

[With that, they're heading up the few steps to the front deck and the front door, a relatively fancy affair that looks a bit beat up and faded from years of existing without a whole lot of non-necessary maintenance. He leads the way into the entryway, and takes off his flannel, dropping it on the couch that sits at the base of the stairs directly off the entryway. Turning left into the kitchen and dining area, which is homey and cluttered and mismatched, he gestures for her to accompany him.]

I usually take my kompot cold in summer, how do you take yours? Oh, and we have some vodka for it if you like.