It was quite understandable that Anwen be concerned about Alason stopping her again. Given that their previous interaction had culminated in her unintentionally cracking a window by calling plants to her anger, she was somewhat hesitant to even listen, let alone speak, to him. Yet, for all that, her generally good nature won out in the end and she stopped to listen. At first, she was quite ready to be angry once again; it did, after all, sound a pretty fair amount like he was trying, in some ham-fisted way, to proposition her. As he quickly rephrased himself, though, she found her head cocked. Now that he was speaking at a manageable rate, she was rather interested in what he was saying. His final words, an offer of friendship, prompted a massive smile to emerge on her face. This time being careful to avoid drawing plants to her in the same way, she practically squealed in glee, a rather undignified sound to be emerging from a being as old as she.

"Oh, sure!" she chirped, lacing her hands together in front of her chest, "I get off work in," she glanced at the clock on the wall, "about three hours. I'll see you then!"

With that, she skipped off, humming happily and holding the tray of coffee high in a display of coordination far more than one would expect of her. 

---

A few hours later, Anwen emerged, de-aproned, into the tavern once more. Only then did she realize three things:

One, she didn't see Alason anywhere,
Two, she had no way of contacting him outside of direct conversation,
And three...she'd never mentioned where he should meet her.

Directing a quick upward huff of frustration at her unruly hair, she briefly considered where she would most likely find him before relying on the time-honored tradition of staying in the same place and waiting. She bit her lip as she walked outside to the small array of tables.

[i]I'll apologize when he gets here.[/i]