She paused and lifted a brow at the man as he began to cuss like a sailor. Cerise had heard plenty of those things on her way to England. It did not bother her, though it certainly did amuse her. "I cannot eat your food, Monsieur," she said, knowing that wasn't true but not wanting to feel as though she owed him something, she did not wish to rely on anyone but herself. "I do have a meal waiting for me, but I can wait. Is there something you wish to eat beyond just bread? We have a hearty stew, I think it is rabbit today."

Her blue gaze watched him for a moment and then she said, "You look like you could use more coffee, too. There is plenty. The bread is free to you, and I will give you the next cup for free if you decide you'd like the stew."