Amal watched Greta leave, though she gave the room one last look before closing the door behind her as if she expected mischief. 'She had no idea' was the phrase that came to mind, though Amal had nothing truly planned at the moment. Rather he merely wished to enjoy the moment. By the time the door closed, the next second the carpet was draped over the settee and Emmaline had already been scooped off her feet. She squeaked and Amal chuckled, holding her close in his arms. 

"Well, we took a scenic route northwards. But we made it, Spring of my Heart." He declared. Even after all of their travels, he felt as if they had just began seeing one another. They kissed for a lingering moment, before he marched over to the mirror with her still in his arms. He smiled when she saw their reflection, clear delight on her face. "So, shall we stay here a few weeks? I don't know the country, but as long as no one tries to force us into servitude and we don't get hands chopped off for minor things, I think it is a fine vacation spot." 

Emmaline's snake slithered off of her leg, having curled up around her thigh for the journey. It grooved off of her and nestled close to the unlit fireplace, gilding itself once more. It likely sensed Emmaline and Amal were once again getting rather physical with one another. But there was a knock on the door, and after two quick moments Greta waltzed in with the wine and their hearty stews. She found Emmaline on the settee, hair somewhat wavy and wild from Amal's quick movements whereas the 'Arabyan Merchant' seemed to be admiring himself in the mirror. 

"The Oaks very finest!" She said, presenting the food only to have an incredulous look planted on her face a moment later. "Er, well..." She decided not to press the point, nor did she ask about the new snake circlet on the ground next to Amal's feet. "I hope you both enjoy. Where did you come from, again?" 

"A long way away-" Amal said. 

"Carroburg!" Emmaline piped in at the same time. 

Greta blinked, but decided they had no reason to lie. "That is quite a ways! You must tell me of your travels tomorrow once you're rested. Ok so enjoy, and do let us know if you need anything ok? Oh! V-Very well I'll see you both later." Amal had already begun ushering her out, the smell of food causing his stomach to rumble like Settra's wrath. 

"Thank you, and have a tip!" He called to her, flipping a full gold peice her way. She squealed and tried to catch it. Whether or not she did was lost on Amal as he'd already closed the door. "That smells almost as good as you look."
[@Penny]