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"You are not rude to your food, but you are impolite to girls. First you call me a dead seal, now - a gnome," Dwin pretended to take offence, but that stern facade soon crumbled and she smiled. To be honest, she preferred a witty banter over boring, but proper conversation any time. 

"Oh, but why? Elwood is such a good name. I did not meet my grandpa personally, but I heard he was totally awesome," she explained, but it did occur to her that she knew far less about, who her grandfather was, than about Finley, of whose adventures and extraordinary life she had never grown tired listening to. 

"There was also an older brother - Elwood Junior, but he disappeared a long, long time ago," dad had not told much about him and sensing that there was enormous amount of sadness connected to this, Dwin had not pressed forward. 

"Have you had anyone disappear without a trace? Ain't that awful?" she went on, her mind generating questions. She was about to ask more, but - perhaps - this too was a heavy topic for a first meeting. She did not entirely understand the concept of, what were the boundaries of first meetings. 

"Where are you from?" she went for a simpler topic.