She did not seem to notice his attempts at flirting, mostly because she herself did not understand what flirting was. Plenty of men flirted with her and she always seemed to ignore it. She smiled and took the tart from him and then turned slightly, taking a bite. She wasn't moving away, merely looking around. She and her father had only been here several months, but she could not recall this place or even him before. She knew quite a few people, given her father's job as a shepherd tending what he considered to be errant sheep. 

She lowered the tart and glanced toward the man who'd followed her as he stomped out of the place. Had he gone a bit red? What was he upset about. She didn't trail after him. His annoyances were hardly her concern and he'd only get her into trouble anyway. Kestrel might have been oblivious, but her father saw all associations with men to be obscene. Innocent or otherwise. 

"This is very good.. thank you"