SIR Robert Thorne?
SIR. As in...a noble title? A knightly title?
Her back was to him, which was a good thing, because her eyes were saucer-wide in realization, and her ears burned ever hotter. A knight. In her home. A literal knight--perhaps not in shining armor--had come to her aid! And was now coming inside her home! With her! A lowly baker!
Oh, he was so out of her league.
It was an effort to keep herself together as she answered, forcing the words out as steadily as she could. "Ife. I'm Ife. Ife Avita, ah...Sir?" She glanced back as she said it, quickly, before she stepped over the now door-less and splintered threshold of her home and into the disaster that awaited, suddenly more embarrassed than ever before.
The building was two-storied. While the upstairs served as her family's living space, the bottom served as her family's bakery, with a huge stone oven that was currently caked in acrid black. Flour and eggs and sweets were smeared and splattered everywhere, broken dishes crunching under Ife's shoes with each step, and she paled a little when she saw the butter knife that was currently wedged deep into a wall. Indeed, things could have ended much worse for her.
She hurried toward the stairs as quickly as she could. "Er. Don't mind the mess, in fact try not to even look at it," she said, motioning him to follow and trying NOT to think about how on Earth she was going to fix this before her parents returned. "You can come wait up here! While I, ah, quickly get myself into order! I would offer you something to drink or snack on, but..."
She waved vaguely at the disaster, and hurried the rest of the way upstairs.
Unlike the current mess downstairs, Ife's living space was cozy and tidy, if small and minimalist. It seemed the majority of her family's investments went into the bakery, because they didn't own much else. A few knickknacks, a few sentimental items. There were only three rooms--the main living space, with an old wooden table and chairs, and a rocking chair in the far corner, her tiny bedroom, and her parents' room.
"It's not much," she said, acutely aware of how small it was, now that she had a knight in her presence. "But, er...feel free to take a seat! I'll be quick! Why don't you tell me all about yourself while I get all...fixed."