<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7297/tzuhccaneoolbdb6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div><br/>Taffy is inquiring (she may say enquiring) concerning obligations for spillage and mopping duties that would follow.  Scrubbing!?!  Might she be laying an elaborate plan of hijinks?—get me in waitress mode, order some tankard of low-cost liquid and then tip away?<br/><br/>Could/should I work at the institution of a pub policy of she who spills is on the hook for last-call?  It would involve a whisper campaign (<em>See the Welsh girl?  She’s called ‘Tipsy Taffy’.  You’d be in favor of she who spills pays the last-call tab, aye?</em>)<br/><br/>I may have to alter that ‘aye’ part, sounds like a pirate or worse!<br/><br/>Well, I just smile (as a devil would) to let connivers know that there are dangers afoot.  I peer at Mechelle and Taffy.<em>“Yes, always right.”</em><br/>