Zachary Benett
"Can I interest you two in a meal? It's all part of the bill, anyway."
Zach nods, feeling a little helpless now as he peers wearily around the house. Its pretty big, and has a more homey feeling than what he's used to. His parents house never felt lived in, even though he was there all the time. They never were home and when they were it felt more like hell than home. This place sort of made him feel more at ease.
"That would be lovely ma'am," He answers her.
"May I have your names?" she asked as she led them toward the dining room, "For the register. We'll discuss your rooms over breakfast."
"Zachary...." He trails off, visibly spacing out for a moment before snapping back. "Benett, is my last name." He remembers that he must not do that too much, spacing out usually made people think he was odd. Sometimes it even scared them and he didn't like people being afraid of him.