Tuni had gotten an early start for the day, with plenty of errands to run. Truly, she'd hardly had any sleep due to her mind continually spinning with thoughts and hadn't seen any point if lying about in bed. Besides, there was plenty that needed done and getting it done early would help her to beat the rush. She wasn't exactly in the mood to be overly social anyways so the less exposure to others was probably for the best.

With a handful of things already accomplished, Tuni and her maid had gone into the Three Broomsticks to enjoy a cup of tea and to rest their feet for a time before continuing on. The two women had been sitting in companionable silence when they jumped at the sudden sound of a mug crashing into a table and the tinkling of china clattering about. Tuni couldn't help but giggle lightly at the look on her maid's face, almost as though she were about to faint, when the man at the table next to theirs turned rather abruptly to them and asked a question.

"I can't say for sure," she responded, looking to him an realizing just who he was. Of course she'd run into one of the five men Witch Weekly was warning young women about. "Are you fickle?" she asked, raising a brow at him as she turned his question back to him.