"I shall have to remember, then, that you don't mind, should the urge ever strike me," Rena replied with a laugh. "Though I daresay I'd be careful not to destroy anything, not with my livelihood on the line!" Just as Thomas did, Rena relied on the pub as her whole source of income and she would certainly never do anything that would put that in jeopardy. Still, as entertaining as dancing on the tables at the pub would be, it hardly seemed necessary. For the most part, the patrons were easily pacified. If they weren't, there were other places in town where they could get their needs fulfilled, places where the women were far more skilled than Rena.
Rena followed Thomas's gaze to where Bridget seemed to be holding a very animated (if one-sided) conversation with an older couple without any sign of hesitation. Rena couldn't help but smile at her ease in the pub; it was clear that the girl had grown up there. "I see she's working the floor. She's been well-trained. I'd bet she'd be better at soothing the masses than I should the cook botch the entire dinner and have to start fresh. How could anyone be angry with a face like that?" Rena shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle, though her tone was just as fond as Thomas's had been. She didn't doubt that the girl had endeared half the customers to her, which certainly was advantageous as well as adorable. Of course, that didn't mean that Rena wanted supper to be any later than it already was, a thought that caused an involuntary glance back toward the kitchen.