"Yeah, yeah, we all were," a young woman spoke softly as she appeared next to Lady Scarlett with a mug and a tray, "but we don't say anything 'cause we don't want her to know. I'll be back in a tic," she adds before heading to Alice and Holly. Alex had a chance to get a good look at her, walking away, anyway. She was tall like blonde she was approaching, but broader not only in the hips and waist, but her shoulders, too. Her bodice framed the back of her chemise, dropped off the shoulder, and her bright skirts were hitched up over her narrow ankles to the middle of her thick calves.  Her light brown mop was held in place by green silk scarf, probably the most expensive garment she wore.<br/><br/>When she reached the other women, Gretla, who Alice knew as the proprietor's daughter, she was eye eye with Alice sitting in the stool. She fixed the tray to the railing, already served with Alice's is regular order, and placed the mug beside it. "You know, she's the only one Pops let's sit here," she says looking down to the halfling, "but I won't say anything. Let me get their orders and I'll clean of one of those stools," she nods to the furniture on the flagstone, "for ya."<br/><br/>Gretla returned to Alex. "I'm Gretla, this is my Pops' place. So, what's yer pleasure? We got a dark and a pale, and we got some wine ain't vinegar, yet, if yer fancy like that. 'N we got stew and cold cuts fer the lunch. We don't start makin' the real stuff 'til supper, 'cept we got the apples all day. If ya need a few, I can getcha drink and come back." After taking care of Alex, she sits in Jacen's booth, squeezing in next to Mara.<br/><br/>"Don't like the spuds?" she begins. "Or were you expecting tree apples? Sorry I messed it up. On the house?" She turns to Mara. "Can I get<em>you</em>anything, bright eyes? Ain't seen you around fer a tic." After a moment of small talk, "Sorry, gotta check on Miss Thing in the corner and wash out 'the pit'. Pops'll bring it out. And keep an eye on this one, preacher-man", she gave a knowing nod towards Mara, "might be you needs savin'." She gets up and heads to last booth.<br/><br/>She set her arm on the back of the far bench and leaned, asking "Ma'am, do you need anything before I get started with cleaning up lunch?" Waiting for Raeni's response, she turned and headed to the backroom.<br/><br/>She returned a few minutes later with two large buckets of water and a stiff bristled broom. Stepping out of her slippers at the top of the steps, she left the buckets there and took a brush from one. Her first stop as she stepped onto the muddy flagstone was a stool near Alice which she quickly brushed off and pushed through the railing next to Alice's own. The rungs were wet but easily scaled. Next, she dumped one of the buckets on the floor and began to scrub with the broom, pushing the mud to the walls, through slats at their base and out below the inn.