Gin eyed the available chairs and chose the one closest to the door, just to be safe. He could have just remained standing, but if he gave visible unease it might make the woman even more suspicious of him than she likely already was. And there was still that whole owl thing? Gin couldn't recall having seen an owl. Had she just made it up? Though, her voice didn't give the telltale inflection of a fib.
Then the woman gave her name.
Mrs Goose?
He'd obviously never met her, but had heard her name in conversation around town. Who didn't? Her baked goods were legendary. That being said, he had no idea when he approached this cottage that it belonged to the famed Mrs Goose. All he knew was that the contents smelled amazing. But as she smiled patiently at him, Gin realized she was waiting for his name. Which was complicated.
He had to give her a name, but which name would it be and that certainly wouldn't his actual name. Which name? He could use the name he generally used around town in this particular town. He didn't have more than one per town because it became difficult keeping track of who knew him by what. Though, went in doubt, he just let the other person call him by name, then he knew what name he had given them.
But most of the townspeople that knew him, knew him as either Robert or Ben. Depended on his intention toward the individual as to which name he gave them. Ben was for people he intended on thieving from, Robert was for everyone else. While his intent had been to steal from Mrs. Goose, it was possible that a sketch of his face with that name was floating around somewhere. So Gin nodded his head to her slightly and said, “Robert, Ma'am.”
Then he fully realized what she had offered him. Cookies?! No. Absolutely not. Gin didn't eat cookies. Anthropomorphic looking ones or not, it would have been like cannibalism. “No...” he said putting a hand toward the cookie jar and making a halt gesture while his face paled a bit. “I don't eat cookies.” As for the drinks, Gin could definitely use a drink, but what he actually wanted was something far stronger than tea or milk. “Tea.”