Patty looks to Michael with a welcoming smile, "Good morning, sweetie. Oh, so generous of you. Thank you. Wait... Huh? Honey, is this because of that monster in human skin? Michael?!" she calls out as she runs out from behind the counter but barely makes it to the door as he is chased out of town. She really wanted to send someone after him, but she gave some thought to what he said. He was a brave one for sure, wanting to face his own demons alone. Patty had to admit, she admired that about him.
Then she closed the door again and looked to the stairs to see Cybele, recognizing those discerning eyes and stepping aside for her, "Morning, Hun. Hope you had a good rest. Guessing you're heading out? Come again sometime, ok?" she says in a calm tone. She had been so proud of the new look of the Inn, and now Michael was gone... It was a lot to take in, but Patty had a job to do, so she gives a lock of her hair a shift and heads back to the counter, thinking that maybe putting a party or two together for others would clear her head.
Sevio sees how distressed Patty was and stands up, walking up to the counter to talk to her. It seemed to be a pretty slow moment, so Sevio and Patty could talk for a moment, at least until someone else walked in.
Then she closed the door again and looked to the stairs to see Cybele, recognizing those discerning eyes and stepping aside for her, "Morning, Hun. Hope you had a good rest. Guessing you're heading out? Come again sometime, ok?" she says in a calm tone. She had been so proud of the new look of the Inn, and now Michael was gone... It was a lot to take in, but Patty had a job to do, so she gives a lock of her hair a shift and heads back to the counter, thinking that maybe putting a party or two together for others would clear her head.
Sevio sees how distressed Patty was and stands up, walking up to the counter to talk to her. It seemed to be a pretty slow moment, so Sevio and Patty could talk for a moment, at least until someone else walked in.
Smiling as she makes her way down to the ground, Ileana and Blip would chatter with each other in their usual manner about nothing in particular that anyone listening could follow sensically. Ileana stretches more now that her feet are firmly planted on soil; arms raising and shoulders rolling. Satisfied that she was limbered up she'd head back to the posting post and see if the one from the other day about the cooked fish was up there and if any other requests had appeared.