"His name's Fudge... he's the horse Karen usually has out for course practices." He laughed as the Horse slobbered on his hand in it's snatching of the sugar. "I like horses, but I'm not too good riding them," Thomas admits with a shrug as he pushes off the fence. He stops to pull up a bucket of water from the well to wash his hands.

He straightened up. "Mamie tries to keep a variety of things on the menu, and it does change quite a bit." Thomas chatted as he lead the way - the edge of the lake appearing by the side - the wind blowing in that nice water smell. "Huuuu... too bad it's too cold to go swimming right now," The young man sighed in regret as he stopped near some white outdoor bistros in front of a pretty little stand. Must be the place, judging from the delicious smell of roast chicken, hot fudge, and curry wafting around.