"Look at you trying to throw me off course." He murmurs with a smile that suggests he's not all that put off by the fact she's bumped him. "Here I was thinking you were my North Star, but maybe you're more like the interesting locale that I can't help to be drawn to."

His response isn't so much of a shove, it's more of a lean into her. A persistent and difficult to ignore pressure.

"Good food, yeah, but since it's thrown by a coalition of grain farmers it's the beer that's particularly good." He pauses for a moment, before he adds, "I feel like you'd be the most popular person there."