Beer? Which one was that? She frowned and surveyed the shelving full of alcohol. "No meat," Meg sighed, finally deciding on the keg in the corner. She was pretty sure that was beer. Now she just needed to remember how to use it.

"I'm out of employees at the moment. Believe me, you do not want me to cook." As she spoke, she set about filling a stein. It wasn't cold, of course, Paixao lacking the modern conveniences most were used to, but it didn't look like this guy would care. She slid it over the counter towards him.