"Just scoot over a few things on the table over there. I'm not picky where. And the name's Lynea." She answered immediately, watching the girl scurry inside. Cute for her age, definitely.

"If you want anything, just ask. Drinks are over there." Lynea pointed to the kitchen counter. The kid seemed old enough, so moral concerns weren't that big of a problem...if Lynea cared about such things.