[Diarmuid just walks along pleasantly, more than happy to ramble about the enjoyable flavors of so many different countries. So many lands they'd never visit! America! Oh, he could go on and on about hamburgers (and absolutely has).

It's only when there's a lull in the conversation that the boy nudges the Mute with a sharp elbow.]

You know, you could always try more things. With new faces. [If the man thinks for a moment Diarmuid wouldn't continue to try and get him new friends in town, he's got another thing coming.] Surely you've ran into some of my acquaintances by now! They're all very nice, aren't they?