The warmth inside the cafe was definitely welcome. Ven looked over the small, simple interior with interest as he followed Zelda to the chosen table, where Mograe again took the initiative in glancing over the map first. Ven started to do the same, but at Zelda's offer his stomach decided to give a pang of protest -- reminding him that ah, right, he hadn't eaten in... a long time, if he was understanding his mess of memories correctly.

So he responded with a grateful smile and a nod. "Sure, thanks! Something small would be fine." Eager to help (and, perhaps, to make sure her Hero got something healthy in him rather than just junk food), Mograe perked up with an "I'll take care of it, kupo!" and drifted away towards the counter. Content to let her do as she liked, Ven didn't object, but returned his attention to the map now spread out on the table.

His eyes widened slightly. "Those are all different towns?" he asked, scanning the different points and notes along the paper. He was used to worlds being considerably smaller, at least from his experience.