Rolling his eyes a bit he looked over at him with exasperation. "They're going to expect that a lot more here aren't they? Baths." Bathing was sort of a luxury thing he wasn't used to anymore. Only got them on rare occasions. "And then about a hundred days of forest." He retorted and reached for one of the water glasses. It was freezing, but cold water did in fact taste better then regular. Marian had gotten him hooked on it. He was becoming used to the idea that he could have easy access to food and water whenever he wanted.
"Well...for now. Suppose I'll let him be then. But I'm watching him." Much frowned at the idea of Gisborne being around more. "The pig squares us. Me and him far as I'm concerned." Gisborne hadn't tried to arrest him, so in turn Much had invited him for the feast.
"Yeah her. She almost reminds me of Marian." Her attitude at least had. Very strong willed. For women where they were from, Much found they were mostly lacking in the personality department. "Talks a lot too." He grinned cheekily back. "Chatted at me almost all night." Robin was one of the few who usually did that with him.