“I always try to wake up before the guests.” she admitted with a small shrug. “Someone has to get breakfast started. You might actually be surprised how many early risers we've had come through.” she added, giggling.
"I suppose that's true. Did you stay down here? I didn't hear you go down the stairs and I was up for a little while before I came down."
“Oh… Well, when it's this early, I actually fly down since I don't want to disturb anyone.” she explained, adjusting her bracelet. “There are definite advantages to having this charm.” she laughed softly.
"Ah, of course. That makes much more sense." He hummed in acknowledgement. "Do the other customers know you're a fairy or am I one of the lucky ones."
“I don't actively tell people that but most people from here already know so…” she shrugged. “But I would consider you lucky.”
"Aw, thank you my friend. I'm glad that my luck has been seeming to hold in this mess that I've gotten myself into."
Charlotte covered her mouth as she laughed a little at his phrasing. “I'm glad too. Hopefully, it holds together until you have to leave.” she said sincerely.
"Yes, I think we both do. Now then, what's on the menu this morning, Char? You don't mind if I call you that, do you? I know you don't like Charlie since you got angry at Markus for it."
“Char? That's actually a new one for me. Honestly, I just don't like him calling me that because… Well, it's the way he says it.” she told him, leaving out one other detail since it wasn't something she liked to talk about now and it wasn't important to tell Rodney. “As for breakfast, I was thinking pancakes. Or I could make you some eggs with hash browns.” she offered.
"Happy to be of service, my lady." He bowed with a laugh. "No, pancakes are fine. Honestly, it'll be the most at home I've felt in years."
Charlotte smiled softly, enjoying his antics, and nodded. “Pancakes it is. Though I have to ask, how long have you been traveling?”
"Longer than I should be. I can't remember the last time I even stayed in one place for longer than a couple days. I can't imagine when's the last time I saw home. I don't even think I remember where home is."
“That's… sad.” she said gently. “I mean, it's fascinating how much you would have seen and where you've been but… to not remember your home.”
He simply shrugged. "Eh, doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't have left home without a good reason. If I don't remember, I clearly didn't like it there or else I'd remember enough to go back."
“I suppose that makes sense.” she nodded thoughtfully. “But that still sounds kind of sad to me. I mean, if I went traveling so much I would definitely try to come back here every once in a while.” she admitted.
"Well, you have a connection here. Family and good memories. I don't have anything. My family is full of adventurers, I have no idea where any of them are at any given time. Hell, I don't even know if they're still alive. But that's the life on the go."
“Ok. Now that just sounds lonely.” she sighed, wondering how Rodney managed to survive on his own for so long. Especially when she considered all the trouble he got into. “If it wouldn't be so risky, I'd be tempted to make you stay.”
"Aw, how sweet of you. Believe me, I'm anything but lonely. I'd be lonely if I stayed in the same place for longer than I do. Gotta keep moving. Call me a nomad, it's just how I was raised. My parents always travel together, my older brother ran away with his fiancé when I was like 12 and my older sister left on some soul searching mission when I was 16 or 17. I don't totally remember. That's just been my life."
Charlotte's eyes widened in interest as he told her about his family. “Well… That does put a different perspective on things. I guess I just noticed that a lot of travelers who come in here alone, usually seem to be the loneliest. While the groups usually seem to be more lively.”
"Yeah, that's how adventuring parties are. I've been in a few but I've mostly just been a stowaway until I get to my next destination. There are some times when I want to be around other people for more than just a night."
Charlotte nodded with a soft smile as she remembered all those different groups and some of the stories they told. “Oh, I'm sorry. I was going to get you pancakes. Umm, did you want anything in them?”
"If you have blueberries, I'll take them. If not, then I'm fine with plain." He chuckled as he relaxed into the counter.
“Good choice.” she smiled. “Anything to drink? I know you said no caffeine but I can get you some juice or milk.”
"I'll just take a nice cup of chamomile tea if you have any. I'm nothing if not sophisticated with my tea choices." He said his last sentence with a mock regal tone.
Charlotte laughed at his theatrics and nodded. “One chamomile tea coming up.” she grinned before heading back to the kitchen to get the meal, as well as a warm drink for herself as well.