"Colin." A warm smile. "I'm the baker." A gleam of an apologetic wince. "Obviously. Sorry. Um."

He squeezes water from his hair with the towel before wrapping it around his shoulders and sitting by the fire with her. He's always been rather shy, which makes it tricky when he runs into other shy people. He wishes he could be any other way.

"You can take off your shoes, if you want to," he says idly, while toeing off his own shoes to let his feet dry.