The third loaf ca out fine.
Better rise on the second proof than either of the first two, which was the result I’d been hoping to confirm since I put it in. Brenne had been a useful hand in the kitchen, took direction without needing it repeated. Figured out where things went faster than most people do in an unfamiliar kitchen. By the ti the loaves finished cooling she was already back in the common room arguing with soone.
I made a note of that under useful to know and ca back in with the board. The debate had moved on while I was in the kitchen.
I cleared the rchant’s plate. The pie was gone to the last edge. Good.
I moved along the bench and refilled Renner’s cup. He hadn’t touched it since the sewer conversation. Completely cold. I poured it out, gave him a fresh one. He kept writing without acknowledging the exchange. The notebook had that presence it sotis developed.
Lenne’s ledger was open to a new page. Four lines, maybe five. She looked at the room. Then at what she’d written. Then at the room again.
The guild representative’s paper with numbers on it was face-down.
I noted that and moved on.
The room count had been sitting in the back of my head since before lunch. I kept adding to it without getting anywhere useful, which was the particular kind of mathematics I liked least. Not because the numbers were complicated. Because every ti I got close to sothing workable, a variable turned out to be unconfird.
The north corridor was full. Bram had his room. Voss and Sera were back from the outer field and in theirs. That side was settled.
The east corridor was the east corridor, with the entity and presently the Walker. It wasn’t changing.
The second floor was opening inside the week. That was the answer. I just needed to determine what question it was answering before Bram finished his work and the layout beca permanent.
Vassara and her entourage needed rooms. Two rooms minimum, probably. Her coat had the quality of a garnt that expected very specific things from its sleeping arrangents. The sort of coat that would develop opinions if those expectations weren’t t. I’d noticed that the first hour and never quite gotten back to it.
Brenne and her two. Three rooms, most likely, though I hadn’t confird whether the two had opinions about sharing a room. So guests found that question presumptuous. Others found the failure to ask it presumptuous. I’d never found a reliable way around that.
Which left Torvel.
He’d said the associates don’t stop. I’d told him I’d bring them sothing. I hadn’t reached the table yet.
I went now.
Both associates were exactly as I’d left them. Notebooks open. Pens moving. What they were writing had no obvious connection to anything happening in the room. It looked the sa from two feet away as it had from across the room.
I set the stew down.
One of the associates moved the notebook. It moved precisely as far as necessary for the bowl to clear the edge of the table. Not an inch further.
I looked at the page. I still couldn’t tell. So things only showed themselves when you gave them enough ti. I left the stew.
"Thank you," Torvel said.
He said it without turning around. His hands were folded on the table. He was watching the council bench.
"Room question," I said. "I’m sorting the second floor this week and I want the count before the layout’s committed. Do you and your associates need rooms, and if so how many."
He looked at .
"The rooms have already been arranged," he said.
Very well. Sotis that was the case. A guest didn’t always need the input from the innkeeper to arrange the rooms. The inn was capable to accomplish the task by itself, if requested.
It saved so ti, really. I didn’t mind the efficiency.
"I will note you as accommodated," I said.
"Appreciated," he said. He had already turned back toward the council bench.
His cup was empty. I reached for it from behind the counter. He extended his hand, but the counter edge sat between him and the cups and the angle wasn’t going to work without the cup coming to him first.
I moved it to his side of the counter without comnting on it. He took it without comnting on it.
I filled it and moved on. The Torvel portion of the room count was handled.
Which left everything else.
Vassara had settled into the hearth chair. Her three had spread back through the room since lunch. The one near the guild bench had her eyes on the guild representative’s paper. Her tail moved slowly once across the floorboards. Then it went still.
Brenne had moved to table four after helping with the kitchen. Her two were behind her. Her wings were tight against her back, folded the way they’d been folded since she ca in. The taller of the two looked at . He glanced from Brenne’s position to Vassara’s chair. Then he looked up at the ceiling with the particular tiredness of soone who had been doing this job for a very long ti.
I thought about the second floor hallway.
The east corridor would sort itself out eventually. A hallway either learned how to handle its residents or it didn’t. The ones that learned usually only needed a week of the residents doing whatever they were going to do anyway. You didn’t manage a hallway. You gave it enough space and let it reach its own arrangents.
Vassara’s coat most definitely expected particular things from a hallway.
Brenne found sothing to be concerned about in everything she looked at, and she acted on it. That tended to be portable.
I said "right" to the lamp schedule. That was what I said when I needed to set sothing down without losing track of it.
I added second floor adjacency, see Vassara and Brenne to the list. Then I placed a bracket under it that read east corridor learning to accommodate, check that approach. After that I checked the lamp over the counter. It had been burning since this morning, and lamps that had been burning since morning needed checking regardless of what else the day had produced.
[SYSTEM LOG]
Room arrangent for table two party confird by subject. thod unspecified.
al service recorded: stew, full room. Bread, three loaves, served to completion. Broth: preparation ongoing. Service pending.
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