Aidan blinked when Lyn didn't take his hand. He furrowed his brow, shooting her an upset look. What sort of right-minded person denied a hand from their Prince? He simply sighed. "Very well." He walked through the door as Lyn held it open for him. Once inside, the Prince headed over to one of the window seats, wanting to keep watch over the wagon just in case.

Once he was seated, a smiling blonde maid walked over to the table. "Greetings, friend! My name is Helga, is there anything I can get for you?"

Aidan flashed his best smile and nodded his head. "Why yes, I would like a cup of red wine and a cut of salmon to go with it."

"Erm...sorry friend, but we don't have anything like that here. Most of our food comes from Lyonsvarg. Beef, beer, lamb, buttered bread..."

The Prince frowned. "Very well. I'll just take oatmeal then. With berries and walnuts, if you have those at the least."

"I see. And for your lady?" the smiling maid looked over to Lyn.