Bartending

[wellthrownstone]

Garion, lacking a bartending icon FTWince, is settled at the bar, no drinks up on the board. He's got Beldaran with him, tucked into his arm and with the other he holds onto one of the drink recipe manuals, his lips quirking back and forth in indecision. Back and forth, back and forth, and eventually he closes it before laying it on the bar

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[do_not_falter]

Link sits down at the bar, barely glancing at the specials board. He looks a bit distracted, no where near his normally somewhat cheerful self.

"Evening, Garion. An ale, if you don't mind."

After a short moment, he looks over, and sees Beldaran. The young child manages to make him smile a little.

"And good evening to you, young lady."

[do_not_falter]

Link leans in and turns his head slightly so Beldaran can reach his floppy cap.

"That is good to hear."