I blew out my breath in irritation at being interrupted. This place was a dive plain and simple but it was busy by virtue of being the only game in town. There were already hungry people waiting to be served and I realized they probably didn't want to lose coin because we were sitting here flirting. I considered ordering something small just to be facetious but I had other things on my mind besides petty vengeance.

"Fine, we will take a single bedroom," I said, standing up and heading for the rear where the rooms were.

"You don't know which one..." the waitress called after men.

"Not to worry, Ill pick," I called back.

A few moments later we were in a surprisingly large room on the upper floor. A window of decent glass opened up to give us a view of the lush forest and the low hills that climbed beyond them. Dusk was already falling with tropic rapidity, painting the sky a dazing array of colors in the few minutes it too to sink behind the horizon. Beren picked up one of the brass lamps and opened it, sniffing at the oil inside. 

"Citronella," he approved before kindling the fire within.