Mable reached out excitedly for her drink when it arrived while Edmund held his tea close, soaking up as much of the warmth from the cup as he could with his two hands.  The meal Tobias had bought for them looked delicious, he could hardly wait to dig in - but he'd not take a bite before the man did.  That was manners, wasn't it?

"Oh, sure."  Camping would have been just fine, but Edmund wasn't going to refuse the barn.  From the corner of his eye, he saw Mable make a face at Tobias' words, but he spoke again before she could.

"If there's no room in the house for Mable, sir, you really don't need to worry about it.  The both of us are used to camping and - and other sleeping arrangements similar.  It's not always, um, ideal of course, but Mable enjoys it."

The girl nodded vigorously in agreement, silent only because she was still sipping on her lemonade.