Kens waved off the comment about it being his fault. It was nobody's fault other than poor parenting on those young men. Kenna rather thought had they been raised with better manners, this wouldn't be a problem. She appreciated him moving the chair back so she mopped up underneath quickly before stowing the mop back into the bucket. After wiping her hands on her apron, Kenna motioned for him to sit again.

"It's been worse. I don't usually work at night, that's truly messy." Ken had a hard time with the loud, crowded atmosphere of the evenings in the pub. This was much preferable, quieter, easier for her to manage. "Normally I'm upstairs cleaning the rooms, but I finished already." That was the best part. Nobody else around, just her and her work, she could be fast and efficient, restock, reset for the next person. "But I've taken a personal vow to try and get this floor to be less sticky." She chuckled. It felt like a long shot, but maybe she'd be able to make something happen if she kept at it.