[b]Hazel + The Pub + Outpost Scouts[/b]

Hazel looked back at them, she seemed surprised at everything they said, mostly about spending the night here. She turned back to the stove, gripping her spoon and stirring with a passion, as if that was the only thing she could do. She then found that there was nothing in the boiling water, and frowned silently, pouring in the noodles and nodding. Her mouth popped open after a moment and she brushed off her shirt. "Huh..?" She croaked, wringing her hands and standing still, she found that she was being suspicious so she nodded. "I guess...that key is for room eighteen on the second floor, seeing as I thought you would want to inspect it." She shared the man's smile, though it was awkward and not quite right. 

"By the way...my name is Hazel." She stated, looking through the small swarm of people that would be occupying her hotel for the night. At least she chose a good room. Without waiting for their replies she walked away, squeamishly approaching the front desk, and scribbling down a guesstimated time. She looked at the date and shrugged, that was going to be left blank. But as her pen trailed over to the names she glanced back at the kitchen, leaving the section blank as well, for price she sighed...what could she ask for in return. Labor? That would be fairly rude..but she needed someone to help her with the garden, seedlings were starting to form and she had no idea what to do. 

She walked back over to the kitchen and folded her arms, taking her chain of keys back out and pawing through them one last time. She chose another silver key and tossed it on the ground. "Room sixteen I think." With that she turned back to her stove, absolutely silent.