Bee has been sitting on one of the couches for the past hour or so, a book in her hands and a rather content expression on her face. The only reason she even considers bothering to move is because she sees a bowl of grapes on the table and those? Would be one thing that would make this day absolutely lovely.
Uncurling herself, she sets the book on the floor and moves to the table, taking up some of the grapes and bringing them back with her. Not until she has settld on the couch again does she begin to eat them.
She doesn't notice anything's amiss at first, only that it seems the Inn has become a bit more chatty and it's a bit difficult to concentrate with all the noise.