Rowan can't quite hide a grin at the idea of slipping coins to the mound in order to keep it happy, nodding at the elf's description of the arrangement to let the creature have some of the grapes in exchange for guard duty.  "No, I'd imagine it wouldn't be able to do much guardin', if it liked the wine equally as much as the grapes," she grins, her mood slightly mollified by Moss's last comment.  At least he wasn't accusing her of being greedy, and not caring to help others, merely looking for profit.<br/><br/>She herself has a slightly larger coin purse than Moss does, apparently, though she lets the two talk about possible additional arrangements with the lord in regards to Moss without comment.  Her eyes linger for a slight moment longer than necessary on the size of the elf's own coin purse as he pays for his bread, though she knows better than to try anything foolish.  If he was in a larger crowd, and had more distractions, she might have been tempted, simply because of his carelessness in seemingly having all his wealth in one place, and being so obvious about it.  And while his haughtiness toward Moss and the other patrons was more than apparent, at least he hadn't actually said anything rude, so that was a small point in his favor.  her eyes come back up to the table, and she can't resist rolling her own in turn at the elf's dainty manner.<br/><br/>"It's quite safe to eat, I assure you.  I had some earlier myself, though you're lucky Brunhilda made yours so fresh.  With how busy she is, it shows how much the lord must be of import," she adds, attempting to smoothe over the obvious dislike between the two, and get the three of them on their way before one of the dwarves, or the elf's attitude, stirs up trouble she and Moss would then have to deal with.  She makes a note to thank Brunhilda later, for being plite in the face of the elf's snobbishness, and to spend some of the money she and Moss earn on something more expensive than eggs and sausage, to repay her for the trouble.