In Harry's defense, he's talked to maybe half a dozen natives since he arrived here, the barista of this café included. But he can admit when he's made a misstep. He raises a hand, shaking his head apologetically.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to assume."

He takes a bite of his breakfast sandwich, chewing and swallowing before he decides to change the subject slightly.

"Do you live here in Excelsior? I'm thinking of relocating here."