The kitchen had been busy all day, and business showed no sign of slowing down. Soups to stir and laddle into bowls, puddings to unwrap and dry, and salads to toss... So many things to do, and Liarri was in the midst of it all. With several assitant cooks scurrying about to get ingredients ready, there was a clamor of pots, pans, and other cookware throughout the room, and yet Liarri's senstive ears never missed the sounds of a customer at the bar. Especially one with such a booming voice.
Without so much a thought about her flour-covered apron, hands and face, Liarri plucked down a bottle of Connlaothian mhìnòni from the back shelf, grabbed a stein from the cabinet, and sashayed into the bar area through the saloon doors to the left of the cabinets with a warm grin on her face.
"Apologies for the mess, but we're a little shorthanded today," Liarri chuckled as she set the bottle and mug down on the bar counter, looking over the interesting figure in front of her, "There's your ale, and we have a couple things cooking right now. Some leek and potato soup, a couple meat puddings, and maybe a batch of fritters. Any of that sound appetizing?"
((Mhìnòniac are a group of meads of Damhnait origin, brewed from fermented honey and spiced herbs like wormwood, green anise and sweet fennel. Liarri keeps more of this in stock than she does other beverages, which is why it's the first thing she grabs out of the cabinet.))
