The Baker's warm invitation was very thoughtful, and he made a polite attempt at a short bow and tipping of the head to indicate his acceptance of the invitation, before moving toward the proffered bench.

"[color=7bcdc8]Thank ya kin'ly sir. Much apprishiated.[/color]"

He was just about to draw attention to the sack of day-olds the Baker had graciously supplied, to share what was left, when Yvonne busted into the room.

Cedar frowned, then sat down at the table but continued looking at Yvonne.

"[color=7bcdc8]Wull--- I mos'ly jus' wan'ed tuh git cleaned up, and git a bite ta eat-- but de LAS' TIME I did 'at 'round 'ere, da lot a yas came up wit some cokamamie plan ta go topple a tow'r while I was out havin dinner, an didn' tell meh till mornin! Rounded meh up outta bed and stuff'd meh in a wagon wit nary an explanation! Had tuh put Two an' Two tugether muself watchin Veron'ca do 'er stuff in a cup o water.[/color]"

It was not ENTIRELY the reason he had come inside, but it DID adequately deflect the implication that he was being willfully and needlessly negligent to their "VIP".

"[color=7bcdc8]I jus' wann'ed ta know if'n I shoulds be 'spectin gettin pounded inna da groun' like a fencepos' a secon' time roun' or not.[/color]"

He snuffed at the air.

"[color=7bcdc8]Hey-- Whatcha been drinkin? --[/color]"