To seek her fortunes, eh? It was almost certainly a bullshit answer, but it was the light-hearted kind of bullshit that was easy to bounce off of in conversation, and so he resolved not to dig any further into it than that. Besides, it wasn't as though he was really invested in whatever had brought this stranger to his bar (it did not even occur to Frederick in the vaguest passing sense that thinking of it as his bar might be considered problematic to several people, such as his wife, close friends and relations, or even the actual owner).

"Helluva place to seek your fortunes," he replied easily, with a fond but mildly dismissive eye roll at their surroundings. The decor of the Hog's Head really spoke for itself in that regard; no need to belabor the point by pointing out all of the myriad of things that were actually wrong with it. "Are you sure you didn't get lost along the way, Miss?"