[b][color=#a4161a]"Whiskey's my favorite, though I ain't sure if you'll like that..."[/color][/b]

After Yvonne ensured that the maid's seated nice and pretty despite the latter's protestation, she swiveled away to grab two proper mugs before perusing the mead cask Cedar had sampled. Mild (comparatively) and sweet, perfect for someone reluctant to starts off with. The alcohol scent was nice and strong, unlike the swill they sell at some taverns. A hint of a hint of mead in a cask of dead rats marinating in water, yuck.

She returned right in time to see Cedar's reaction at... was that a bottle of Admiral Morgan? Dead gods, the bear can choose. There's rum aplenty, but one of [i]that[/i] particular bottle can cost a pretty penny. And yet it's down here in the cellar instead of at the private cabinet somewhere. Just how fancy would the king's personal wine rack be?

[b][color=#a4161a]"That's spiced rum, one of the best you can get on the market."[/color][/b] Yvonne managed to spill some words through bout of laughter. [b][color=#a4161a]"Made out of sugarcane, with spices added. Nice and spicy, yeah?"[/color][/b]

The mercenary took a hearty gulp, watching from the corner of her eyes that the impromptu addition to the day-drinking had taken a tentative sip. The grin widened as Yvonne refrained from commenting, turning the attention back to Cedar's antics instead.