Kate offered another little Kate-smile (the kind that doesn't come with teeth) as she poured some Kraken rum (black, like her soul) into a rocks-glass over ice. "I'm... it's good that you like them. It's my grandmother's recipe -- she taught me everything I know."<br/><br/>She took a sip from her glass and sighed quietly. Kraken was truly amazing, it must be nice to be rich. "So... what exactly do we... DO, at one of these things?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>