Walker, for one thing, sure was hoping that she wasn't going to get dragged into a tea party like... The last time around.
Actually, she wasn't even there for the event. She just knew that her husband had been the target of such an incident, as he hastily recounted to his wife as soon as the event supposedly ended... The middle-aged woman raised a brow at this, because she thought the idea of a full-grown woman - let alone one who specialized in thievery - having a full-on tea party was just... The slightest bit ridiculous? Immature, even?
It wasn't like the woman could utter these words out loud, though, as Walker scanned the younger party, then stated, "So, I suppose that you are staying here for the night, yes?" She coughed into her sleeve, looked over her shoulder, then nodded - almost as if this was some type of routine for her. Oh. "Admirable, I suppose. The mansion is usually just constructed for guests intending to stay here for a few hours, though... I reckon that you are a partying person too, yes?" Upon mentioning the party, a brow raised as if she was obliquely referring to-
Oh.
"My husband is not home right now," further droned Walker, "but nonetheless, he did tell me that your party was... Fun. He might like your company too, if it were not so awkward for her." Her lip started to twitch for a moment, before she turned around and started to walk over to the dining room. She swayed a hand over in that direction too, as she expected the other party to follow with ease. "I simply hope that this will be decent as well, almost like compensation," she remarked just as they entered the room.
Of course, the room was opulent. It had to be, because it expected guests on a near constant basis. Such was the custom of aristocrats in this region, where folks often competed to see who could have the most impressive set of interior decoration. Walker almost had to rub her eyes when she walked in because of how much all the metallic surfaces caused light to reflect into her eyes, stunning her for a second, before she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, oh-so delicately.
"I do not have much in terms of accommodations," she hummed almost mournfully, "but I do have... A spare room." Her throat dried, before she coughed. Again. "Also treats. Lots of them. The servants are all still here, at the very least. I heard you like banana bread, is that true? They can make that for you, and more..." Her eyes drifted over to the basket, which appeared empty at the moment. Hopefully it stayed that way when the guest left, as in... No theft occurring. Yikes.
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here's.... a follow-up that sort of continues off the last few replies lmao:
"Another... Another guest?" Walker carefully parsed as she listened to the young woman in front of her. She had to be kidding, right? One guest already stretched at her patience - ever so slightly - but... The middle-aged woman grimaced as she rubbed the back of her neck. Sure, I am supposed to be a hostess, she thought to herself while averting eye contact with the caked dirt on the woman's arm, but this might be stretching it a bit... Still... Her eyes traveled back to the man that the woman apparently carried along.
With a stern nod, she grunted, "Fine, he can stay too. Just know that you cannot stay as long as before, since... Extra guests mean an extra strain on resources." Sure. In reality, it was just awkward for Walker, who was only used to dealing with large numbers of people staying for a few hours at most. "Let me just get the servants ready. Dinner is almost ready, you know." And with that, she turned her shoulder to the other party, not even questioning why the man in question was in a barrel...
Several days later, Walker still felt the guests had out-welcomed their stay. She had explained to Smithson as to why they were here, and though he raised his brow at her explanation, he eventually just nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead... Whatever that meant. He explained to her that he was going to be busy anyway, so as long as the guests were content and didn't wreak havoc in the house, then she'd be okay. At least... Walker hoped that she was.
It was at this moment where she peered through the doorway and saw the man from previously arguing with the young woman. Immediately, the aristocrat winced and drew herself back, though a sliver of her face remained visible from inside the room. The scene was... Strangely visceral to the woman, who coughed quietly into her sleeve and glanced over her shoulder for anyone who was a servant... Or maybe Smithson - if he had already returned from his duties.
Tracing her foot against the floor, Walker could only hope this didn't last too long... The sharp voices, the harsh words... They all gnawed at her, and - as before - she was frozen in place. Fun.
"Oh, uh," she piqued in once the man suddenly noticed her presence. Although she was still wary, Walker took a step forward and offered the now-awake guest a small curtsy in greeting. "It is... Fine. I should not have eavesdropped on you like that, but..." She scanned his haggard appearance before nodding. "... I am glad that you are awake now, at least." Walker was aware of her husband's dalliances with the older man, which continued to put her on edge, yet... Even then, he seemed remarkably calm, as demonstrated by his casual request for some water.
Walker glanced over her shoulder before beckoning over a servant, then whispering the request in their ear, then afterwards watching them depart. Finally, she turned to face the elder just as he brought in the fact that her husband would be... Away, for a few days. Few more days? Walker frowned and scratched at her forehead, though her frown was more pensive than truly shocked or indignant.
"I see," sighed the woman while running her fingers through a lock of her hair, "That is... A shame. He told me he would be busy, but not that busy. Still, if you imply that it will help his spirit..." She shuddered, recounting how on edge he had been lately, though he could never tell it was because of their son's disappearance or everything that had been unfolding in their manor since then. She cleared her throat before adding, "... I will be okay with it. Besides, as his wife, I do want him to be well - both physically and mentally."
She tensed further when she heard a name being mentioned, though... Frankly, Walker wasn't sure whether the name sounded familiar or not.
"He might be," she replied meekly, "but... Other than that, I cannot offer too much. You might be bringing up an acquaintance of myself and my family, if that is the case, sir..."