Laughing, Edric nodded in agreement. Zachary was a great cook, much better than Edric himself. That wasn't saying much however.
Edric could faintly smell promising whiffs of good food coming from a window by the door. He took a deep breath, drinking in the smells of some sort of soup, he believed it was chicken.
"If you want some, I will go fishing tomorrow in the river and hopefully have enough to provide all the guests at the inn with a good hearty meal of fish."
He was about to ask Molly about her family, but stopped himself. Edric did not know if she wanted to talk about them. It would only make her miss them more if she did, wouldn't it?