The first house he thinks of is Sonny's, right next to the inn and marking where the splitting paths narrow into the one that heads right for the fountain. That being taken, he purses his lips around the end of his pen, bobbling it in his mouth while he leans ever back in the chair and thinks.

Eventually gravity requires him to fall on his head or tip back, and he settles again in a clap of chair legs and his own feet, spitting the pen onto the table. "There's a brick house behind the inn, or across from one of the houses behind the inn, we'll have to check. I'm pretty sure it's empty still, and anyone who didn't want to cook would have a short walk to the daily meals."