“Silver Platter is a mare of many talents. She is determined to make brewing one of them.” Jacques took a sip of his doubtlessly much more pleasant drink. “So far she has been wildly unsuccessful at making new brews. It’s a running tradition that new faces have to take a swig of her latest mix, no exceptions, to see what sticks.” Thorax suddenly looked to her own tin tankard accusingly. “Yes, chére, that means you too. Drink up.”