Rena grinned at Bridget's exaggerated version of a wink, though she continued the food service to ensure that none of the patrons got too restless as they awaited their meals. The din of the pub fell to a low, contented murmur as people hungrily dug into their meals. The sound was strangely comforting, despite the fact that she should have been used to it by now. Perhaps that was why it was comforting; it was warm and familiar, like the fire in the hearth and the smiles of contented patrons.
"It's nice," Rena murmured softly as she leaned on the edge of the bar, not realizing she was speaking out loud, a slight smile touching her lips.