Aeryn smiles to herself.  She wonders what the Barbarian would make of the silver collapsing cup she had packed with her camping gear.  Which was likely gone forever so no matter.  She scoops up the mini keg and takes a drink then starts to hand it to Xen when an idea strikes her.  Smiling she rises to her knees beside the glowering woman and with a wink at Morgan, tilts the keg to pour a stream of wine into the copper-skinned elf's mouth.