doing a small jogging when he spots the other fellow, waving a bit.

waves back, grinning widely. 'Excited for the games?'

pauses next to him, nodding. "Well, if I can't bring any medals home, I'll be damned." he laughs. "Yes, and proud of Arthur..."

nods, 'What do you think you'll do well in?' To be fair the old man had done well for himself.

shrugs. "No idea, I'm betting my lucks on Atletism..." he sighs, pausing a bit. "Running, in general. And you?"

smiles, 'Swimming mostly.' As expected of him, really.

grins a bit. "Well, good luck then." he pats the other's shoulder, humming. "Sadly I can't smoke here in the village..."

raises an eyebrow, 'Isn't that a good thing, for your health?'

shrugs. "It is, but... I don't know." He hums, laughing it off. "Not like we'd die from it."

shrugs, 'Nah, I guess not. Still though, you're setting your nation a bad example.'