Five had barely gotten up when Winnie appears out of nowhere, and he briefly wonders if she'd intentionally waited until he was finished. As absorbed as he was, he's not sure he would have noticed her hovering nearby. He doesn't make any sudden move to distract her from examining the table, but he does watch her carefully until she turns his attention back to him. Just as cheerful as ever.

Her teasing, as usual, isn't appreciated.

"I must have lost track of time." Maybe it is late, because he manages to say that evenly, even if it's through a tight smile and clenched teeth. Is it any wonder what started him off on that particular line of thought? Forget the logic, nobody could blame him for indulging in a stray fantasy every time someone takes a shot at his appearance. Even someone like her, who he willingly let assume a familial role when it was convenient. It's been a while now, and he still hasn't settled on his opinion of the woman, except that she's almost always entirely too calm.

"Just a fun little exercise." Before she can ask him what it is. He's still keeping his eyes locked on her, studying her reactions. "You know how hard it is to find entertainment around here. What with those pesky wolves and undead lurking around."