Caradoc spent far too much time here, and though he knew the inn like the back of his hand, this was his favourite spot - just secluded enough to escape the smoke and chatter, but just visible enough so he could people-watch and keep an eye on things. He laughed and shook his head, exclaiming, "Poor unfortunate camera, having to witness that!"
Sitting opposite from her, he comfortably leaned back in his chair, immediately asking, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? What can I get for ya'? My treat."