The mention of hot food--by Zachary, no less--made him smile in anticipation. Images of the various selections flashed through his mind, making his stomach rumble despite the layers of clothing that should have muffled it. Edric patted his stomach sheepishly.
"You're talk about food has made me hungry! Would you like to join me?" he asked, then mentally kicked himself. Molly was the barmaid, she had work to do; not waste her time being his supper companion. "Ha, forgive me. I...forgot. That you have work to do."
"I would come by in the morning then, and hopefully bring a basketful of fish for you and Zachary! I have not much to do, it would seem that I have a whole day's worth of time to fish."