"Lady? What -- watch where you're walkin' -- What lady would this be, then?"

Letting out a delighted snort, she wiggles on his shoulder in order to pull his shirt up more.

"Aye, I remember the kitchen now. All that flour. Least there's more room than in storage. Had a crick in my neck for weeks," she adds, solemnly, and lifts her head to check on their progress.