B1 rolls his eyes. "Well, if you drink what I drink, let's at least do it right. I'll be back in a mo." He hops up a few feet, tucks his legs under and glides to the bar. He lands on his ass. Grumbling significantly, he claws his way up, and orders two glasses of mead. The BT grabs two rusty tankards, and makes for the back room. Breekan coughs, and the BT sighs, producing two mostly non-rusted tankards instead. He returns after a moment, and B1 walks back to Shal and sets down the mug. It steams yellow and reeks of honey. "Bottoms up!"