"At least she's living in one of the rooms here," Duncan said. "Though I guess she's working for accomodation rather than paying. She's good at her job, too. If you want your room immaculate, just put a sign on the door to let her know you want her to go in and clean."

Duncan browsed the menu, too. He had been eating in the village more often than here since he had arrived, except for helping to get rid of the easter party leftovers.

"I usually go with pasta," he declared. "But I'm told anything the cook makes turns out well. I've not been here that long myself, I must admit."