Dean
*Sirdan walked pass the streets of New Salvainia leisurely, in his usual set of light beige linen shirt and pants - with a thin jacket over it- he had better looking purple clothes, but he wanted to avoid wearing anything too regal looking for fear of attracting unwanted attention. Naturally, he wasn't wearing his breastplate - that'd be awkward to go socialize with. On his side hanged a rapier and buckler, a common set of civilian attire suitable for daily life and stabbing nearby noble's son.

He stopped and saw the sign of a tavern up ahead, and then lifted his jacket to look at his pouch. Ah, right, he got plenty of money from that quest earlier. His eyes gazed over the name of the tavern. The Melting Syrup, in Silnari Standard. Sounds interesting.*

*He opened the door unceremoniously, and then beelined straight for one of the bar counter, sitting down in front of Madeleine and next to Sofia. He was quite an imposing, muscular-looking elf. He smiled at the bartender.*

"May I have the menu?"
Cora
There was nothing she loved more than seeing her customers enjoy her drinks. And here Sofia was, thoroughly enjoying the taste of her alcohol. It made her giddy, and she rocked back and forth on her feet for a brief moment. 
"I'm glad you like it. I hoped that you would! There's a lot of other drinks I make here - pretty much everything can go with maple syrup, honestly." Madeleine could've spent ages rambling about her trade and her recipes and her little tips and tricks, but she didn't want to bore the woman with all that. 

The door opened, and it wasn't subtle at all. Her head turned to greet the newcomer with a wave and a cheery smile. She watched him as he approached and sat in front of them. He was an elf, like her, but she could tell that he wasn't fae. 

"Of course! Welcome to The Melting Maple." Reaching down beneath the bar, she grabbed a menu and handed it over to him, having to bite down on her bottom lip in order to keep herself from spewing nonsense.
Dean
Sirdan waved back at the charming Fae. A fellow elf indeed, though that is nothing of note in this part of the world. Salvainia was known to be a rather diverse city, after all.

He smiled back at her and took the menu, arching his eyebrows when she bit down on her lips, wondering if something was wrong with her, or him.

"I'd like a savoury chicken tart, with a side of maple syrup-infused beer, please. I'd love to try out your bar's unique drink." 

Sirdan turned to the merrily drinking girl next to him briefly, and then turned back to Madeleine, not paying any particular heeds to her, yet.
Cora
"Both wonderful choices." With that said, she set to work on preparing his drink. The food would come after. She poured him a hefty glass of her maple syrup beer and slid it over to him, before wandering off to the back to prepare his chicken tart. 

It seemed like the tavern was picking up new people left and right. Her heart swelled with pride at that thought. There was still room for improvement, but that took time, and she had all the time in the world here. 

She emerged a couple of minutes later with his chicken tart, and set it in front of him, neatly placing cutlery and a napkin beside the plate. 
"How do you like the drink?" The question had been asked out of curiosity, but there was also an expectant look on her face, excitement glittering in her eyes.
Dean
He took the glass of beer and examined it carefully, his curious eyes looking at the strange mix of yellowish beer and maple syrup. He wondered what it was going to taste like.

As Madeleine turned his back on him, he glanced around shiftily as if he is about to commit a crime, and then took a sip from the drink. A strange, if not intriguing mix of sweet liquid with alcohol. He took another sip and decided to savour the drink slowly. It wasn't his favourite, but it was certainly an experience to add to his life.

By the time Madeleine returned, the steppe elf would be half way through his drink. He smiled at the glittering, eager girl,"Pretty good, though a strange mix of beer and bitterness. Perhaps I should try this with hard liquor with a more... Subtle taste next."

He sniffed at the tart and took a knife and fork into his hand, and started slashing the tart into pieces carefully, popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly, as if he is a connoisseur. His expression did not change at all as he popped another piece of the tart into his mouth.