A customer!
::sniffs a wrist, then an armpit::
Wheeeewww, as ta the perfume - yer surely not the one! Errr... unless by smellin' yer wrist an armpit I've missed a spot! Lean down ta me, luv, an lemme getta a whiff behind yer ear.
Ya may not have a green thumb, but ya've got one wicked green glint in yer eye! An... though mum and da took me outta Miss Muffets school fer Tuffet Sittin' far too soon, even I know that if ya was ta throw me outta yer tavern most likely the end of the toss would end up with me "on" me cheeks, an not "on me ears".
:
ats a round cheek fondly::
Many a tumble has been cushioned by me cheeks, yer not the first ta wanna give me a toss, sirrah! But hows about buying some a me blossoms? The first ten I can offer ya fer just a warm meal and some cool ale fer this many nights.
::clasps an enormous bunch of roses and lavender to one petal dotted breasts an holds up three thorn pricked fingers::
Well? What say ya, sirrah? Me nose tells me ya've been alone in the wood fer far too long - Fear Forest isn't it? - an a little company an some sweet smellin' blossoms fer yer tavern won't go amiss. Thats me offer, do we have a deal?