"Oh. It vould be, I guess." Pavel's expression doesn't get any less confused. Is this man a lumberjack? He doesn't look like a lumberjack to Pavel, but he doesn't really know. "Pancakes are nice though." As if that needs saying.

"Not really. Seems a bit... silly to believe in zat stuff." He laughs quietly, a tad apologetically. He actually feels bad about that, as if he's somehow insulting the hotel people with his vocal skepticism.