“Ah, the stables, that makes sense...” Abia stood there for a moment as a thought clicked in her mind. Before she knew it she bust out into a fit of laughter. “He promised his<i>horse</i>a rubdown!” She covered her face in her hands, barely noticing Ryo’s compliment for her cooking. She uncovered her face, her cheeks redder than a tomato with a few tears at the corner of her eyes threatening to fall. “Th-thank you,” she managed to say in between giggles, “and I’m sorry for my lack of decorum right now. Something he had said earlier made me right bashful and I didn’t fully understand it.” Blubbering out another laugh she tried her hardest to hold back, “but now I do-hahahahaha!”<br/><br/>She wiped away the tears with the hem of her apron as she steadied her breathing and let out a large sigh, “haaaah, excuse me.” She headed back to behind the bar and ran her hands through some water, wiping off her face to cool it down. “Remind me later to get him back for that! And if you want any more of that soup, just let me know! There’s plenty more where that came from.” She called out to Ryo from across the room before heading over to the stage, playing with a few keys of the piano here and there, not really playing any tune in specific.