Cougar's too warm-blooded for this kind of weather, but he still needs to come to the inn to deliver the hens' eggs (though the eggs have now been moved inside, because the chickalings might be bigger, but they're just as cold). He shivers as he comes inside, dusting his hat off to get rid of the snow and sleet moisture before he gets too far inside.

When he comes to a stop, though, he stares at the man sitting there, not knowing when the new face arrived, though he knows he hasn't seen him before. He looks tired, too, and with the look of someone who's had to deal with the fountain today. Raising up the small cloth satchel of eggs, he gestures to the man and then to them. "Lunch?" he offers.