"Do I look concerned?" Rena asked with a chuckle. "I know what you can do, and I know you're learning. I've been working hear for ten years, I wouldn't expect you to keep my pace. You know, when I first started here, I was terrible. I am very lucky Thomas let me stay here." It had been Bridget that had been the reason that she was able to stay, the fact that she was good with the child even if she was bad at serving and even worse during her short stint in the kitchen. It was nice to look bad and see how far she came.
Talking about dancing brought a smile to Rena's face without fail. "Thank you," she replied, genuinely appreciative of the compliment. "I can't help the dancing - I've always loved to dance. I can remember even when I was little, I just enjoyed the music so much, I couldn't help but dance. Perhaps you could learn here; there is never a shortage of partners here and it wouldn't be hard to learn." The dances they danced at the pub were, for the most part, a simple form of dance, certainly simpler than the ritualistic, stately dances she had learned as a child. Even those, she had enjoyed, but this dancing was freer and it suited Rena.