"Emilia what," maybe it was who? "Do you keep looking for?" Winnie mused as she sat at the bar with her sister-in-law, sipping on a brandy smiling with a bemused twitch to her lips. She'd known Emilia had been attending the First Friday at the Arms for a while now, but Win couldn't always come. When asked, her sister was a little evasive about what happened when she went, but tonight Winnie was going to find out for herself.

She was comfortable in her chair, one leg crossed over the other under her skirts as she surveyed the pub at large over her meal. The music was lovely and lively. Win missed things like this. She needed to get out a little bit more sometimes. Her life had settled down again into an easy rhythm that she found therapeutic if nothing else. "You look like a lost child looking for their parent in the crowd, Em." She teased further.