[ Nigel shakes his head silently as the first boot goes on. They're a bit rough for his tastes (growing up in preparatory schools meant shirts and slacks and ties were his personal preference by necessity), but for the meantime they'll do. Saya had similarly offered Nigel a jacket and shoes but neither had turned out to be a good fit. These were far more promising. ]

The cities are cities but there's plenty of England that's still farm and field. We're an old country compared to other parts of Europe and certainly compared to America, but it's mostly castles and the occasional keep. [ He stands, giving his feet a little stomp, settling his feet into the shoes. Satisfactory enough to get him to crook a passing smile. ] Where I go to school it's mostly just us and tumbled down walls running over hills. That's all.