He decided that bacon, eggs, and toast were a good mix and hoped the fellow wasn’t a vegetarian. He was just dishing up the bacon when he heard the oldster stirring in the other room, so Jason wandered in to tell him about breakfast and showering, as the smell was a bit overpowering. The stranger was looking around in a bleary-eyed manner, but then suddenly, he jerked upright and said something in a language Jason didn’t recognize. Jason shook his head in negation to show he didn’t understand before pointing into the kitchen and miming putting food in his mouth. The fellow studied him for a moment, stood up, wandered over to the doorway, peered somewhat warily into the kitchen, and nodded. Then pointed to his groin and raised his hands in the universal sign for a query.

Jason nodded and led the fellow to the small bathroom, which was on the ground floor, where he showed the old man the toilet. The oldster peered at it and looked back at Jason, causing Jason to wonder if he came from some third-world place as he seemed to not know what a toilet was. Jason lifted the lid.

“Do your stuff in here, and then press that button.” He explained, pointing at the button on the wall in front of the hidden cistern.

The old man looked unsure but nodded, and Jason left him and hoped he wouldn’t be cleaning feces and piss off the bathroom floor later. He finished organizing the breakfast and moved the food onto the dining table, added knives and forks, buttered the toast, and was just returning the butter to the fridge when he heard the toilet flush.

The old man came slowly into the room and saw the food on the table. He smiled happily, didn’t wait for permission, and plonked down in front of the nearest plate. He studied the utensils carefully, lifting up the fork and peering at it as though not sure what it was used for, so Jason sat down, grabbed his knife and fork, quickly sliced a bit of bacon off the half-length of rasher, then used the fork to propel it to his mouth. The old man smiled and soon mastered the same task, and they ate in happy silence for a few minutes. The glass of orange juice was apparently enjoyed as much as the bacon, and as they finished, Jason felt surprisingly satisfied that he had done a major good deed. Of course, he still had the problem of what to do with the old fellow, but hopefully, the strange man would now be able to direct him to wherever it was that he lived, or at least stayed if he was in town for the convention as seemed most likely from the attire the fellow was dressed in.

“So, where are you from again?” Jason asked after satisfying his immediate hunger pangs.

The man cocked his head questioningly, peering across the table, saying something Jason couldn’t make any sense of though it sounded Greekish. Sort of like how Portuguese sounded like Spanish but wasn’t.