"Do you have a job today?" Ithel rounds on Ffion. "No? Then can you go and find Heilyn?"
"But it's his day off! He always has today off! And Gwyn will be in soon!" Ffion stares at Ithel, who is managing to look earnest and concerned. She gives in. Who wants to stay around here anyway? "Oh, all right!" She puts the teapot on the small table. "The tea's for the customer. One tea. One customer!"
On the way out, she stops by the foreign wizard's table. "Your tea's on its way," she tells him, hoping he understands. "I don't suppose you ordered a tray of lemon puffs, did you?" And laughing to herself, she heads down the steps to cross the city to Heilyn's home address.