“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you weren’t open yet! I can wait outside,” Robin said, backing out. He began to take in the street again, wondering why he had never heard of this town before.
“Mais non! Monsieur I deed not realize zat you were not from around here.” Fleur said quickly. “My apologies. Would you like anyzeeng to dreenk?”
Aimee tossed the rag she was cleaning with behind the bar. “You can come in, we’re done cleaneeng now.” she grinned.
“Oh! Well, alright, then,” Robin answered, returning to the tavern. “I’ll just have a small drink, if you don’t mind,” he thought for a minute about what to order, “I suppose an ale would be good!” Robin did not frequent taverns or bars often, so this was a bit of a foreign experience for him. But he did know that such places were nice spots to find out information. “So, it is wonderful to meet the three of you! I’m Robin Hood,” he smiled.
“Monsieur, we serve dreenks for a leeving.” Desiree grinned. “Une ale. Comeeng right up!” Aimee ducked behind the bar. “I’m Desiree,” the girl in yellow said. “Je m’appelle Fleur.” the girl in green followed. “Aimee,” the girl in red walked up with a mug of ale on a tray. ”Where are you from?’ she inquired.