[Link's brow furrows. After enough time with Midna, he figured out sarcasm enough, but he doesn't understand the need for it here. He shakes his head at her question though.]
Fourteen days by my count.
[He's starting to get the sense she doesn't want company though. And really, he hadn't meant to start a conversation. He was just confused, and impressed, by her hand passing through the glass.]
Excuse me Miss. I shouldn't have interrupted you in the first place. If you wish, I will retire to... [he looks around.] the other side of the... [What's the word people are calling this place?] restaurant.