The girl laughed and tossed her coppery head, ruddy cheeks dimpled as she grinned.
"Master Grey, oh my." She began to set her things aside for a moment, her ingrained manners pushing her up out of the chair and extending her small, freckled hand to the gentleman. "An' lissen to 'im talk! My, ain't 'e fancy, too fancy fer this poor dim 'ead." She tipped her round face up to see him, teasing, but in a friendly sort of way. "Miss Cardiff, and I am stowin' 'ere, aye.