Winny had spent a good portion of her life as a horse and horses had no concept of modesty. Even as a human, she wasn't afraid to show skin or be naked, as long as those around her were equally okay with that fact. She knew she wasn't beautiful, so maybe that meant that she was a bit more comfortable being free because she wasn't the sort to attract much attention either way. Besides, her chest was covered by the water anyway and Ivarr didn't seem like a creep in that way. He was just a man-eating murder horse, and Winny was doing her best to distract herself from that by talking to him like he was just a regular guy. "I don't like synthetic scents at all." She told him, taking another light swig from the bottle and offering it back to him. "Makes me sneeze. I mean, I'll shower if they really want me to but natural water, like this, with the scent of the river and the dirt, has always been more attractive to me."
She watched him yawn and wished that she could nudge him toward a bed. But, as they'd just covered, he was the boss and she wasn't going to tell him to do anything. "Makes more sense than making grocery runs every time I want to cook. And I spoke to someone in the gingerbread house, she said that the kitchens should have everything I could want." She'd offered Winny magic cooking ingredients too, but Winny didn't want to mess around with stuff like that. She wanted to keep a low profile, do her job well, connect with her boss, and remain uneaten. Along those veins, she flashed him a smile. "Just let me know when you want it, and when you can open up your trailer for me to cook in, and you'll have all the chocolate bacon you can handle."