[Juliette sits as well, and when the bag is tossed, she catches it and looks in, then pulls out the hardtack and gives it a small lick.]

Do you have halflings there, where you come from? I used to stop by a halfling hostler who I'd get rations from. Lovely food. Heavier than some trail rations, but such good cooking. [She sniffs the hard-tack again.] This smells good, though.

[She gnaws a bit, getting some in her belly.]

Ah, well, for later, perhaps. So! Did you want a story or a song? I did managed to bring my fiddle through all this.