A Cool Rag

Winifred waited for him to take his order, dismissing his friendly attitude for the early morning. Smiling up at Madam Jocelynn, the smile turned into a look of annoyance towards Artem. Once the Innkeepr left, she addressed him in a snappy way. “There is no need to order for me, I already ordered and I only wanted tea. If I wanted to eat like a man, I would have ordered like a man.”

The Innkeeper arrived with the breakfasts, Conwood’s eyes widening at the sight of such food. The lady’s comment made her smile, and she cocked her head slightly. “Well hopefully you will at least provide a cool rag after the injury occurs- I am assuming we will need one for the gentleman sitting across from me. His listening skills aren’t up to par.” She sat back in her chair, crossing her arms and legs away from Artem. “How did you sleep? You didn’t even wake when I got up this morning.”

OOC- I apologize! I got confused when it came to the strange lady.