"Pleased t'make your acquaintance as well, Master Grayson."
She knows the look of a hungry boy. Turning back to the Miss, she asks for a thermos of hot cider as well, tucking it into one of the large pockets of her duster, and the treats for the stock in another. That leaves the pies on paper plates, one of which she quickly hands over with — ah, some strange plastic cutlery that looks like a cross between a fork and a spoon.
Gathering up her own plate, she nods toward the back door.
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"Pleased t'make your acquaintance as well, Master Grayson."
She knows the look of a hungry boy. Turning back to the Miss, she asks for a thermos of hot cider as well, tucking it into one of the large pockets of her duster, and the treats for the stock in another. That leaves the pies on paper plates, one of which she quickly hands over with — ah, some strange plastic cutlery that looks like a cross between a fork and a spoon.
Gathering up her own plate, she nods toward the back door.
"Shall we?"