She only smiles and nods before making her way behind the counter to pour him a bowl of the steam stew. She sent the wooden bowl on the counter than laid a spoon gently into the bowl, so to not spill than grabbed a clear mug as well and gracefully poured an amber liquid into the glass. "Our finest mead. She said, the smile still plastered on her lips.<br/><br/>Realizing she Anya had forgotten something she made a noise as if sucking in her breath but not quite letting it out as she bent over to retrieve a loaf of bread. You could tell by the way she held it delicately that it was rather soft bread. The good kind. Not old and stale but fresh and creamy. A long knife was in her opposite hand and she pressed the blade to the top as she set it down on the counter. The blade sliced through the delicate mound like it was cheese and soon she was handing Marrok two nicely sliced pieces of bread. "Here you are. Oh and will you be staying at Mother Gretel's place or do you need a room as well?" She asked as she was rather curious.