Quite satisfied with the thought that she'd possibly deterred the warlock from bothering her, bright eyes blinked when she noticed the Tauren had stood and ambled his way over to her end of the bar. There was no helping, or stopping, the fact that she stared the entire time spent getting him to his new seat to her left. For a moment, a brow perked at a curious thought as to why he was now sitting immediately to her left, followed now by a somewhat humorous one that the bar had quickly become crowded. Now that the wall of a creature was sitting between herself and that blasted Blood Elf, she seemed to relax even more at the thought that the warrior couldn't see her and be tempted to pester her again. Not likely she would, being distracted by the unusual boy and his bird teacher, but there was always that possibility.<br/><br/>Her nose wiggled as she caught the scent of her tea and remembered she hadn't finished the pot yet, let alone the one cupful she was downing that very instant. As claws reached for the small kettle which kept the rest of her drink, she glanced warily at the Tauren as she listened to him order. Immediately she moved her gaze, but the ear closest to him gave her away that she was still fully aware of this man, and interest had not waned.<br/><br/>His grumbling inquiries about the mead made her chuckle audibly, quietly wishing she hadn't done so, and turned her head to inspect him again. With ears facing him now, she gave him an amused smile, fangs poking out from her lips before she spoke in a rough version of Orcish, "It's not a terribly difficult process to make mead." She then gestured to his cup, "It's simply honey and water - sometimes fruit and spices - with a bit of yeast, all fermented together. My father used to make his own because he liked how few ingredients and attention it needs to be created."<br/><br/>She eyed the mug with a glint of nostalgia in the Worgen's eye, before she blinked and looked up at his face, clearing her scratchy throat, "Pardon."<br/><br/>Back to her tea, she'd already had enough booze earlier during her visit here. Mmm, tea.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>