Lilly glanced sidelong at Beedle's knees, then up at the wizard's face.<br/><br/>"Hey, I like that idea.  Tavern it is.  Yes, indeed."<br/><br/>Her mind was not occupied with thoughts of beer or of jobs (though both would be welcome) but with the loose change and unguarded purses that a tavern necessarily held.  Yes, a right treasure-trove of money carelessly entrusted to those less wise than her own self.  An oversight to be rectified, for certain, and quickly.