Kresnik sighed when the crowd went away. His face was red from embarrassment and his hands and arms cramped from not only his juggling, but from writing down numerous recipes for those that wanted them. When Cia returned, he took the brandy that she promised and nodded when she added that she wouldn't mind sharing the alcohol with him. "Perhaps some other time," he sighed, grabbing the coin he gathered from the many customers. "In the mean time, here is the profit you made; plus extra. It is the least I could do for the brandy and food." Kresnik added, shrugging away the embarrassment he felt.