Back at the bar, Laura called out the orders, then turned to face the house while Tupper filled it. Packed already, and it was still early. If today's patrons where anywhere near as enthusiastic as they were loud, she'd never have any energy to practice her... ability tonight. Sighing, as she picked up the tray again, the red head swung back out, dropped off drink at each table. Starting with the big tables.<br/><br/>Another small mug for Dainya. "Sorry miss... Dainya, house policy. But I'm sure you'll do fine with this." She lifted a huge pitcher off the perfectly balanced tray. "Yell when it's getting empty." Then a couple more steps to give the overly helpful priest his ale.<br/><br/>"House's finest, sir." In other words, exactly the same as what everyone else drank.