Zato entered his brewery, a large room of bottles, tags, and notes. Here, he perfected the art of drinks. True, it wasn't very hard considering the fact that their demands were "it makes us drunk", but he still considered himself something of an artist. He felt a shelf and found a basket of apples he had for a project soon. He plucked a few out, then stored them in a pocket to head back to the banquet hall, and get himself some food.