"Absolutely," An'Thaya flashed a bright, toothy grin at Helen. "I'll be right back." She crossed towards the bar and intersected with Galain, accidentally-in-purpose grabbing his arse on the way by. "Offer our crispy friend something to drink too, will you, I think the cat has his tongue."
The door opened and she glanced over her shoulder as lovely elven woman ducked into the Inn. She looked like many had coming here, lost and shy, looking for safe haven. Just past her out in the snow the Amazon caught a glimpse of a line of disappointed squirrels who had formed a bucket brigade. Galain had a certain reputation, but she had no idea the rodents were also a crack firefighting team.
"Mena," she yelled toward the stairs,"help at the tables please!"
The redhead ducked behind the bar and flipped a tumbler onto the top, humming along to 'Let it Snow' while she poured out whiskey." She popped a drink on a tray and added two wassail and one eggnog from Jerri's stash near the fire before winding her way back toward the Mars table to offload the order.
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