Edric did not need to be anywhere, not getting the ale he had set out for was a good thing; one should not drown one's sorrows and such in ale. He knew that well, yet that was what he did occasionally. This conversation with Molly was much healthier, he thought to himself, plastering a moderate smile on his face.
"No, I don't really have anything planned, just came out for a cup of ale, and perhaps something to eat. Something properly cooked," he said, shaking his head sheepishly, "I'm not a good cook, you see."
Edric did not accept the cloak, insisting that she keep it for now. He would even let her have it if she wanted to, he had a few furred cloaks in his home, more than enough for a man who lived alone.