Mary watched as the women left and Mister Morr and Mister Val went outside.<br/><br/>She sat at the table kicking her feet beneath it, she'd finished eating by now and was becoming rather restless.<br/><br/>Her hood was down and as the small girl sat there she played with the ends of her hair, brushing a small clump of it over the ducks head and down its back.<br/><br/>It ruffled its feathers and wiggled slightly getting more comfortable in her lap. It was used to this kind of treatment, having grown up with it and had linked the fidgeting with sitting for long periods of time, and so had decided that it was going to make the most of this rare opportunity to sit still.