She was stretched out on her stomach, her booted feet up in the air swinging back and forth. Her chin rested on her hands and she huffed out a heavy puff of air, dramatically blowing the hair out of her face so her bright blue eyes were clear. The sigh failed to draw attention from Woody, who was wiping a glass behind the bar. Pete tried again, sighing a little bit louder this time. She saw a corner of his mouth twitch, almost breaking his face into a smile. He shut it down quickly, but Pete now knew that he was listening. "I'm boooooooored," she said, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.

"Get off of my counter, Pete." Woody was trying to scold her, but his tone was too light to be harsh.

"I'm not [i]on[/i] your counter, Woody." Well, she wasn't lying. Pete hovered two or three inches above the wood. "I'm [i]above[/i] it."

Woody set down the glass he'd been holding and shot her a look, but couldn't help but grin a few seconds later. Yes, she was an annoyance, but she was so childish and lighthearted all the time that you didn't want to hurt her feelings. She hadn't been here long, only a couple of days, but already she'd made herself right at home.

Pete rolled over, away from the counter until her feet were below her and she was standing, still not on the ground. She bent her knees in a sitting position, crossing her ankles. "Tell me, Mr. Barkeep," she sighed, her blue eyes wandering the tavern distractedly. "When are they gonna give me something to do? You must be the center of all the gossip. You must know all the goings-on. This was supposed to be an adventure, but all I've been doing so far is messing around and 'training.' I'm about ready to explode!"

Woody said nothing, simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged, implying that he had nothing to say on the matter. Pete stuck out her tongue at him and let her feet fall to the floor. "Fine, I'm going to go find someone more interesting to talk to. You're no fun!"

With that, she stomped away dramatically, feigning anger at the man. She wasn't actually certain who else she could pester, but there were plenty enough people in the Guild buildings. Heck, if she had to, she'd bother one of the Companions to keep her company. Bell wasn't around today and probably wouldn't be for a while. It wasn't practical to depend on the little bird's company.

Suddenly, an idea came to Pete. Ash, the other new girl. She could hunt her down and get her to tell her a story. Pete walked up the wall to the ceiling. Walking down the hallway upside down, she pulled out her flute and began to play a happy little tune. "Oh dearest Aaaaaaaaaaashliiiiiiiiing!" she sang out.