"Any more than that, sir, and it'll get cold before you've finished it all. I'll bring you seconds when you're ready, though."
"Madam, we ARE a restaurant. We have a full kitchen, at your disposal. If you don't mind the wait, we can prepare you what you will. Just tell me what you desire. I'll not have it said that one of Lord Claudio's guests went looking elsewhere for dinner while under my roof. I'd not be able to show my face in the streets for the shame of it."Alína Nyárí wrote:"But a simple plate of fruit and vegetables, or perhaps some eggs or fish is all I need. Is procuring such close by a possibility at this time of evening?"
Sigismond's son heads out the front, we assume to attend to the poor mare left out in the storm, still hitched to a cart. A few minutes later, he returns, somewhat damp and says to his father, "Wind's really picking up out there, Da." Then he makes the rounds of the room, with new tankards of ale, and picking up used dishes. He finally stops at Johann's table, looking a littlenervous to intrude upon someone so unkempt. "Will you have anything, sir? Ale or wine, perhaps? The roast's still dripping hot."