Mitsuba
Oh dear, her client either had little eating manners or was starving. She shouldn't complain though, it's not that she ran a fancy restaurant. Rich and elegant people generally didn't come to this part of the district. She nodded at the approving gesture of the girl, still content that her client was happy about her services.
Speaking of money, though, the priest preposterously wanted to order something even if he didn't have money. That simply wouldn't do. She already sheltered a freeloader who was ridiculously optimistic about his chances of going against the police. But she already took into her calculations that if the man survived the night, maybe he could be of some use. A future investment, maybe she could even manipulate him into going after people that she considered a nuisance.
She put a blank parchment in front of the priest. "Only if you negotiate. See, it's not a charity and you have no money. But maybe something could be arranged to make up for it."