*The waif was getting twitchy. He was hungry and had little patience to wait much longer for someone to wait on him. He'd waited patiently after being welcomed. Then..there'd been nothing but M'lady being waited on. He paced back and forth, hands folded across his chest. His features changed to a rather sullen look.*<br/><br/>Oi 'opes the bird is near to finished. Seems one must go fetch 'is own rott'n supper. Don'na be a thinkin' Oi'll be payin for use of the fire...<br/><br/>*He said in what he had meant to be a 'loud' voice. It was louder than usual but it didn't carry. It was still high, and as volume was added it became slightly reedy. Out the door he went, without a word more. Off he went, in search of some critter or other for his supper .*