"Parlance is 'booze'. Smooth it ain't, powerful it is. Its kosher. No worries. Let it grow on ya." Isi prompted. "Mull it over a bit, let it breed. By sip setter you will be in need of ogale fakes and a bit bibi, fair game for barkey's but... Hang ona  trout." Isi indicated they should look where she was, "Yonder. Deek the chicken. Well dolly. Fancy a bit of trade with that butch asp? You would ham him eh?"<br/><br/>She appeared be indicating a rather attractive young blond farmhand, tall, broad and well built, he was laughing and joking with a number of other young men.