Perrine started laughing again as he joked about her mistake again, not minding the few looks they drew from a trio of confused-looking women who'd just entered the tavern. What on earth were they doing here- ah, yes there was an inn upstairs. For some reason, this was what brought down her humor to a quiet giggle which she was able to mostly stifle within another half-minute. "Yes, all from beachcombing!" She didn't bring up the joke a third time in case it sent them both over the edge of humor, but still emphasized the word nearly as such. "It really is the lazy folk's job," she said, grinning, "or the drunkard's, too, in my case. You pick your hours, you wear whatever the hell you want, an' you don't have to pay income taxes or whatever."