"Ah," Malcolm replies with a nod. "Trying to get something more exciting than white linen?" He doesn't blame her. As someone who's used to wearing suits of various shades, the white's getting boring for him too.

Elenore's clearly knowledgeable about plants, something that's probably useful in a place like this. "Oh, I thought you had managed to make some kind of steak substitute out of vegetables, but I understand what you mean. That sounds good though." Malcolm's found that he's felt more relaxed since he got here, leaving him with more time to think about things he neglected at home. Like eating.

He looks around their kitchen area to see if he can find any coffee. "Where are you from?" he asks.