Alyth listened from the door way to the kitchen just out of both men's sights. The sound of the rain was dampened in the kitchen and she so loved the patter of the drops on the old roof of this old place. It bought back memories of older times and simpler times if not harder. Things in this new time were easier than most who hankered for the old times really remembered. She was wistful for some of the past, but not nearly all of it.<br/><br/>She waited for the patron to finish his drink and pie before bringing out the cake that would set him on fire for more than that whiskey, least she hoped. The rain always had her wanting for company in the long nights, and he seemed to have a story to tell. Maybe she should ask James to cover the pub for her so Damien, Chris and her could go rinse off the humid damp that always invaded these older buildings.