Beatrid blinked several times when she noticed the girl's blush, but figured it may just be from all her rushing about--or just a result of Serenian eccentricity, which was what Beatrid had chalked up all her odd behavior as. The momentary confusion quickly evaporated, though, when Adelaide took a sip of ale and she waited expectantly, expression stoic.
Her attempted straight face lasted all of two seconds before she burst into laughter.
"That good, huh?" she finally managed when she'd reined in her mirth enough to speak, taking back her ale before the girl could spill it. Stifling her chuckles, she took a long gulp, draining the tankard, and slammed it back down. "This stuff'll put hair on your chest, that's for sure, and you can bet no one drinks it for the taste. I sure's fuck don't. Er, I mean I sure don't. Sorry."
It had been an effort watching her language around her all this time...
She glanced down at her stew, which was no longer steaming, and then shrugged and pushed it Adelaide's way. "You should eat. I'm gonna go order myself some more, ya want anything? Any ale? You know you loved it," she said with a grin, and had half turned to rise when she saw the man standing there and heard his words.
...Well, shit. Didn't that look familiar?
But instead of taking it back, she turned to look at Adelaide, mouth set in a stern line and eyebrows raised. "Is it?" Ugh, looked like she was going to have to teach her a thing or two about safety.