[color=00aeef]Hahaha, silly girl indeed! Since you can't see them yourself I'll tell you I have two young women who both have the uses of [i]all[/i] their senses, if not all of their heads, in my employ, so it would seem that the merchants are twice as likely to come here than they are to go to the drafty barn your father calls an inn. The lads here will see that any travelers come by here for a good night at a reasonable price, I've no worries of you stealing my customers. Besides, if you were so busy, you wouldn't be hanging in my window like a hungry partridge.[/color]

[color=8493ca][i]He directed the his comment about his servers not having the use of their full heads at his servers with mock severity and one giggled while other merely rolled her eyes dramatically earning a few chuckles from the men finishing their breakfasts. Tavish, considered tossing his rag at Scout, but left the thought as just that, a thought. She was only teasing because she was bored and he knew it, so it wasn't worth encouraging her by tossing the rag. Instead he turned and, slinging the rag over his shoulder, opened the lid to the porridge and stirred the pot. 

Then, he grinned and waved one his girls over, he whispered something in her ear and she giggled, ducking into the kitchen area. A moment later she came back with a tray of moldy sliced bread with butter scrapped over them. She made her way around the room, asking who wanted hot bread, which several of the men did, and she pretended to hand out slices to those who asked for it, before sliding over to the window and asking Scout if she wanted piece, setting the edge of the tray lightly against Scout's arm so she could grab the slice herself if she wanted too.

Some of the men watched quietly, others continued their conversations, the farmer began saying his goodbyes for the morning as he had chores to finish at the farm before lunch and Tavish heartily wished him a good and productive day, thanking him for bringing his milk by that morining.[/i][/color]