Trust is a thing earned, Guv'na.<br/><br/><br/>*Came the scamps soft, dulcet reply. This wasn't meant as an insult. No, the Halfling had reason not to trust so readily. The lad<br/>simply sat quietly there after. Someone would come along to take her order in time. Until that moment arrived, the young waif was content<br/>to watch the goings on. A thoughtful look swept in the direction of the kindly gent, making note the odd one sat with him.<br/><br/>Another sweep around the room picked up the red flash, though the waif wouldn't quite grasp 'what' it meant. It was an oddity, which<br/>put him a bit off center. A glance back to the kindly gent confirmed that something had happened. ONe could do naught but wait,<br/>unfortunately. Both for an order to be placed and any other odd goings on.*