Cethas checked the large, impressive grandfather clock that served as a centrepiece for the far wall. Finally! It's almost time to switch shifts. Right now, she was on her hands and knees near the bar, clearing up the souveniers of a customer who wouldn't pay his tab, and scrubbing at the dark beer-stain for so long was making her back and shoulders hurt.
She attacked the dark patch one last time, surveyed her work critically, and then stood up wearily to put the scrubbing brush away. Into the sink it went, and Cethas hurried outside to draw up some water to wash in. The suds on her hands made them slippery on the iron pump's handle, but in a moment icy, clear water sloshed into the long cleaning trough, and she was able to get rid of the grime of cleaning. She splashed her face to wake herself up, enjoying the feel of the cold water against her hot skin: inside the inn it was hot and the air was stale, and outside was not much better.
The beast-signed girl adjusted her plain work tunic, stretched her arms and legs to work the kinks out of them, and hurried back inside. She saw a couple of people standing at the door, and walked over, presenting her best talking-to-customers smile.
"Welcome to the 'Jousting Knight'. How can I help you?"
Shiri sat down at a table, and leaned back on her chair so that it touched the wall. Satisfied with her work, she turned her head to the waitress, and with a small grin she said, "Hello. Er, I don't know yet. Something deep fried and filled with brown crunchy bits, if you don't mind." She shrugged at that sentance, and with a quirked eyebrow, turned her attention back to the numerous people around them.
"Sure thing," Cethas nodded at the pair, and disappeared into the heat and noise of the kitchens. Food at the 'Jousting Knight' was... well, technically it was freshly made to order, but if you were going by reality it tended to be slow-cooked and kept hot, with bits being chopped off when needed. Cethas would admit that it wasn't as high a quality as, say, the 'Bell' or the 'Silver Trumpets'; but at least at the 'Jousting Knight' they didn't actually recycle leftovers, like some inns she could name.
It was hardly less busy in here than at the tables. Cethas pushed her way through the smoky room. "Two orders of 'something deep fried with brown crunchy bits'," she told the boys at the ovens. The requested food was slapped onto two plates in the form of some unidentified meat, which Cethas snagged and marched back out into the main room.
"Here you go," she said to the two customers, presenting their meals with a flourish. The 'Jousting Knight' prided itself on its fast service, being as it couldn't exactly shout about just what that service provided. "And to drink?"
"All right," Cethas said, smiling a little mischeviously. "And for your lovely wife?"
She didn't know if the two were husband and wife, of course: but she was fairly nosy, and assuming to know things was usually the fastest way of finding out if they were true or not. She smiled innocently at the two.
Shiri paled as she was about to answer, and stared wide-eyed at the waitress. Someone hadn't given this one a manners lesson. Oh well, that couldn't be helped. She snapped back into reality, and shook her head, and said with a grumble,"If I'm his wife, then someone must have slipped me something in my last drink and didn't tell me." With a small, nervous grin, she added "Oh, and water, I suppose. So long as it isn't from pond scum, anything will do."
She turned back to Zimri for a moment, then shrugged. "Nothing particularly so. Justthe same rabble, really," she said.
Cethas smiled inwardly at the pair's ruffled reaction. "I am sorry," she said, though it probably sounded unconvincing. "So... a water and a glass of anything."
She walked away again, this time heading for the bar, where she retrieved two large glasses from the drying-rack, gave them a quick wipe to get rid of the last of the washing-up water, and placed them down on the bar's somewhat sticky surface. One was filled with clear water, and the other with a viscous, vivid orange liquid from a bottle that Cethas chose with her eyes closed.
She picked them up, careful not to spill any. Moving like an acrobat (more to amuse herself than out of any real skill), she approached the table again and set down the requested beverages.
With a rather reckless grin, Zimri grabs his glass and takes a long drink. Despite having the feel in his mouth that he expected cooking oil would have, his thought it wasn't too bad. It tasted like a mixture of tea, some sort of juice and port, though too vicous to be that. When he'd first looked, he'd thought the waitress had decided to give him soap to drink as a prank. Fortunately, that's not the chase.
"Want a sip, Shiri? It's not nearly as wierd tasting as it looks," he says with a giggle.
Shiri grimaced slightly at her glass of water, but turned to the waitress and said, "Thank you!" She began to poke at her food with the fork and shovel some of it into her mouth. After a little while of munching on the always delicious brown, crunchy bits, she glanced at the water and realized she'd have to take a sip. After muttering to herself, she gulped some of it down, to find it tasted absolutely normal. She grinned, and continued to alternate between gulping down food and sipping the water.
When Zimri asked if she'd like some of his drink,she shook her head. "No thanks," she said. Before she gulped down another bite, she asked, "So...anything to talk about? I'm rather bad at this small talk business."
Shiri took a sip of water, and leaned back in her chair as she thought. "Well...I think it's mostly because I just want to know everything. I think. The sameness is a bit boring, I guess. I mean, I'd just like to see something new, you know. I mean, I've been living in the same place for almost three fourths of my life. I just feel the need to...explore, y'know? Some place I've never been," she said.
"I mean, of course I'm coming back," she added with a grin. "I justwant to take a few detours. Or some such nonsense."