Ah. American. That explained the clothes and the way he stood with his legs wide and his elbows out, as if he had a great deal more space than was actually available. (I am never sure what to think of Americans. Their brashness can be charming, but just when I decide that I rather like them, I meet one that I wish would go back to America, and then perhaps keep going off the far edge, into the sea.)
First of all: funny. I chuckled and confused my father sitting next to me.
Secondly, this kind of reminds me of Quincey Morris in Dracula. It fits the vibe as well.
And I also do not really know, what to think of US-Americans, they confuse me (but that is not exclusively reserved for them. A lot of people confuse me).
Maxie commented...
8w
Idk Easton is very unclear about this