Henry loaded down the three children and shooed them off, watching as Lethro moseyed along behind them. He shook his head slightly, chuckling under his breath - he had never understood why the somewhat sleepy younger teen was usually the one tasked with looking after the children whenever they had to go into town, but; oh, who was he kidding, he knew exactly why. Lethro was, for all his lazy attitude, one of the only ones the small kids would listen to, for whatever reason. As he watched the small group travel back, carrying the bread that had been his burden mere moments ago, he shook his head again with a slight twist to his lips, then returned his gaze to the short woman who had bounced into him.

With no armfuls of bread now, he spun his staff from the holster on his pack and leaned on it slightly, his smile growing slightly as he considered the short woman. She was acting coquettish, gazing at him through her lashes, while almost inviting herself along. Though he knew that it was likely prompted by Theo's question, so he wasn't particularly disturbed by it. Instead of answering right away he looked her up and down slowly, and let his smile crinkle the corners of his eyes as he studied her. She swayed back and forth slightly, the hem of her skirt dancing about her legs in the fading gloom of the evening sky, and he thought he saw the traces of her own smile and amusement as she watched him.

Well - he had grown up with several other people near his age, girls both younger and older than him, so he knew when one was trying to get her way without outright asking for it. He hummed a light trill, a rising surge as he thought of how to respond to her. "Well miss, the little ones have had to live with disappointment before, and excitement in its own turn - they likely didn't expect to see me back here for some months yet, as I'm a wanderer and a minstrel by inclination." He grinned widely at her, pre-empting any thought that he was turning her down. He had no reason to, really - he could easily afford to pick up some extra food to account for the increased number of mouths at the table, and the happiness of the children was rather pleasant to him.

"But, I suppose, they've gone and gotten their own hopes up, the little fiends, and I'm not one to deny them. I warn you though, Mother Matilda is a shrewd old woman who really does treat us all like her own children - or grandchildren, as the case may be. Now, if you're to be my escort for the evening," he winked at her, "might I be honored with your name? I'm sure you caught mine as the children came after me, but on the chance you missed it, I am Henry." He bowed low at that - and impishly smirked at her before taking her hand and kissing the back of it before letting it drop.