"Oh, hello Rhodri," says the girl who talks too fast, hurrying down the steps at the side of the terrace. She is holding a wrap with what looks like writing implements inside. "Ithel," she adds, with an unfriendly look at the one who asked for coffee. He shrugs off her glare, heading inside.
"Got a job today?" asks the boy - Rhodri.
"Yep, copying for the notaries again." Her speech is like raindrops, pattering quickly down and fading, too fast for Inric to pick up. She turns to the steps leading down. "See you later!"