“That I do,” her smile widened, always happiest when she can help somebody with more than just a drink. Dropping the coin he put on the table into her apron pocket, she continued, “One of the few places in this whole village with a stable as stocked as mine. Just take him, or her, right around the back. It’s not big like a farm’s stable, but you’ll find in there all the hay, oats, brushes, and anything else you’d need to take proper care of your steed.” She beamed proudly as she spoke of it. She had actually saved up quite a bit over the years to get that built, knowing it’d come in handy one day.<br/><br/>She looked back at the kitchen, taking a mental inventory of what she had, thinking up a meal for him. “Tell you what, why don’t you go do that, and by the time you come back inside I’ll have a meal already cooked up for ya. Are there any foods that give you the collywobbles? This way I know to stay away from them while preparing.”