Isaac's eyes drifted to her basket. She was picking up staples. Nothing too telling for what kind of eater she was or what her food preferences were.
"True," he answered. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in my pub more often." He watched her eyes scan his basket as well, and he chuckled. "You could say that." He patted his stomach. "What has kept you away from the pub?"
He remembered she had an easy-going manner, and he didn't get too many laid back birds in the pub. Not usually at least, and he was quite curious about her.