Her reprieve was cut short before it even got started as she watched the fellow who looked to be one of those... cow folks. Seeing the state he was in caused her to roll her eyes heavenward and grab for the nearest loaf of bread. "Monsieur, a man has come in after being in his cups, I am taking him bread to start." The man grunted in reply and gestured to the abundance of loaves. She sliced it and added butter and honey to it, as honey would help with the man's hangover, she thought mildly as she moved back out into the dining room. "Monsieur, please wake up," she said in a neat accent. She was fairly fluent with English, but her accent was heavy enough to notice. "I have some bread for you," she chirped cheerfully and set the basket down before him with a deliberate thump that was loud enough to wake the dead. "Please, eat." And then she moved to serve him some of the coffee that was readily available. She would want a cup too, she thought, hoping she could get to her damned bowl of food. Her stomach growled loudly, interjecting an opinion of it's own.