It's endearing, in a way, the messy curtsying, and it brings a small smile to Jeyne's lips at least. "Pink sounds lovely." She's never had pink wine. Never even heard of it until now.

She folds her hands on her lap and gives Eponine her thanks, brown eyes scanning the tavern for... well, she's not sure what she's looking for, what she's hoping to see. But that had been what she'd heard, hadn't it? Grey Wind?