"I wonder if I should put some decaf out," the male put his hand to his chin as he thought aloud to himself before glancing over at the clock, "Ah, no. It's still pretty early. If I do see anyone they're going to still need their morning caffeine," he nodded to himself, content with that decision. He put his hands in his pockets as he looked around his library, taking a deep breath. The smell of coffee and books. How could it get better? He walked over to the counter, picking up the box of cookies he'd gotten from the general store, putting them next to the coffee machine before snagging one for himself. He held his cookie in his mouth as he walked around, deciding to check the alphabetical order of his books again, humming to himself as he walked around. 
There usually wasn't much to do here, but he was okay with that. He was perfectly content to spend the day in here. He had heard something about the new guy in town when he was out checking his mail, so he stopped when he reached some sort of manual about farming. He pulled it out as he tossed the rest of the cookie in his mouth, "Maybe I should get myself acquainted with this stuff, Would help with conversations with other people around here," he murmured.
With that in mind, he took his book and went to one of the chairs he had set up around the room so people could read comfortably. He flopped down, putting his feet on the coffee table in front of him and began to immerse himself in yet another book.

Unlike most everyone else at this hour, there was one particular individual who was quite upset that it was such a bright morning. She glared at her bedroom window as if she could suddenly make it tinted enough so she could get back to sleep, but it seemed quite impossible. A mix of a growl a grumble escaped her as she got up, dragging her feet over to her closet to put on clothes and be a "functioning" part of society. She pulled on some jeans and a baggy shirt before yanking her hair in to a ponytail.
"This was your bright idea," She pointed at herself in the mirror, "Let's move to a farming village, where everybody plus the roosters get up at the mother loving crack of dawn," she grumbled, kicking on her tennis shoes. As she slumped in to the bar, she rubbed the back of her head, "Well, I suppose I did leave it a mess last night," she muttered before grabbing a rag and starting to clean off the counters. Technically cleaning wasn't working so she didn't really have a problem doing it. She wasn't getting back to sleep with that damnable sun shining so bright, so might as well do something semi-productive. 
She kicked a few chairs back in to place as the table as she wiped them off, sighing a bit to herself. At the very least when she got up this early, she didn't have a bunch of griping teenagers whining about how unfair her practically kindergarten level worksheets were. And that was the whole reason she came here, or at least about 80% of the reason. She picked up a glass behind the counter and started to clean them, though she expected no one would come there until later a night at the earliest