Wine? For a travelling girl? Mialla's eyes widened a little. That was generous - the entire plate was generous, as far as she was concerned, for a bedraggled stranger who had just brought herself in from the road! "Thank you." She had a very bright smile for both cooks, and she sounded sincerely grateful. It didn't take her long to stash backpack and lute on top of the indicated cupboard, although the required stretching did pull some of her clothing free, and briefly showed the skin of the small of her back, before she tugged the fabric back into place. "The guard said he thought Baroness Kirborg would like to meet me. And now I am being fed like this... what would her Ladyship's interest be in a travelling troubadour?" Not even a year on the road had eliminated the proper modes and forms from her speech, when discussing nobility - and she ate delicately, too, despite her obvious hunger. She had not been kidding about being ravenous, after being caught out in that. Making it here had taken a lot of energy.