[ Not a whole lot more to it, but the emotional toll of it is there. It feels... quite strange. Even as she puts in the order, which - should be ready promptly, she does take a moment to get a light fruit tea for herself to sip at while she ponders the eyes of the woman she'd seen and the eyes of the woman she'd just served.

Some minutes pass, between the order's preparation and the return to serve it, Honerva at least seeming a little more collected than when she had left, the tray gently floating before her as she brings it to the young woman's table. ]

Here you are, made to order. Thank you for your patience--please enjoy it. I don't wish to interrupt your meal any further, but when you're finished, perhaps we could talk?