Her eyes brightened as Juniper took off his coat. "Oh, that's gorgeous. I bet you're opening a tailor shop," she grinned. "If that's an example of your work, you'll do fine here. A lot of the golly students like to dress fancy when they're off campus. I swear, I'm not sure who they're trying to outdo more -- each other or peacocks."
"Favorite colors? I can't say that I have a single favorite color. I'm partial to jewel tones, like Mugrobi people wear, to be honest. Aldwin got me a bit addicted," she laughed. "Sadly, vanity is one of my flaws and he used to say they set my skin off so well. He would surprise me with a new shirt or skirt when we could squeak out the money for one. We didn't have much, but he spoiled me rotten."
She paused in thought for a moment. "Do you do baby clothes? My daughter's growing like a weed and I can trade in her old clothes for you to use as scrap. It won't cover the full cost, but it'll be something."
She grinned at the teacup drake's antics. "She always this feisty?"
"Mmhm. That'd be the post office. Be warned, though. I haven't had reason to go there, but I've heard the lines are always ridiculous. Let me go get your meal," Cecelia said, heading back to the kitchen.
When she came back, she was holding back laughter. She had brought out a whole loaf of bread along with the bowl. "Sorry for not cutting it, but Stolley and Cook were, ah..." she paused a moment, letting out an embarrassed laugh. "Blocking the bread knives. Yes, that's what they were doing," she said, before bending down and leaning on the bar, giggling. After a couple minutes of giggling, she managed to collect herself. "Please tell me you have a knife? All I could grab was the butter tray and knife and the stew. I am not going back there for the bread knife. I'm going to have nightmares as it is."
"Oh wait!" Cecelia said after a moment, before hurrying over to the tray where the citrus fruit and other garnishes were kept. She had seen some of the regulars when she came in for her interview and she doubted that the majority of them even requested garnishes. But she had seen a golly or two that night and she assumed that Stolley kept the garnishes around in case one of them wanted something fancy. She snorted to herself and looked around the tavern. "Pretty sure that happens pretty bloody rarely," she thought to herself as she grabbed the knife that was kept there and washed it off in the bar sink. Luckily, she'd only had to use it once on this shift, so the sickly stream of water that came out of the bar tap was enough to clean it off. She wiped it off on what was, this early in the day, a clean bar towel.
She made her way back to Juniper and cut off a rather thick slice of bread, then handed him the butter tray and knife. The slice wasn't as clean as it would've been with the bread knife, but at least Juniper wouldn't have to gnaw a slice off. "That explains why Cook threatened to butcher me earlier if I came back again and why Cook doesn't have any assistant cooks come in until 18 o'clock," she said with another laugh.