<div style="text-align: justify;">Ursula smiled when John accepted the milk. Sitting with him, she started drinking her own. The girl couldn't help but smile when she saw the moustache he had. Leaning over, Ursula cleaned it gently with her thum.<br/><br/>"I have heard hens can be very aggressive when you try to take their eggs, glad we have a skilled slayer here", Ursula joked. It was clear that she was a girl with a very active sense of humor. It was also a light-hearted one, not one to make a person feel bad.<br/><br/>After her little joke, Ursula finished her milk and spoke a little more seriously. "Joking aside, it is true the hen might get a little nervous. But don't you worry. I will hold her, and all you have to do is get the eggs from her nest". The girl smiled one more time. It was good to feel that he was comfortable there and that he felt like he could say whatever he wanted without being looked at in a funny way.<br/><br/>"You seem a lot better than last night", she couldn't help but comment. "Maybe you were just tired from a long trip and got a little overwhelmed?", the girl suggested gently. "Either way, I like you better the way you are  now".<br/><br/>Finishing the last sentence, Ursula stood up, picking up the cups. "I will get these washed, and then we will go out, all right?"</div>