Magenta giggled. "Well, then why don't you tell me how much you want, and I'll let you know if it's covered? Mixing drinks is just a matter of knowing what ingredient goes where, same as anything in life." She smiled, but then shook her head. "Not while I'm on duty, Miss. Not allowed. I get off a half hour after we put out to sea, uh, make that three quarters. I was late getting here and he'll no doubt keep me here the extra time."<br/><br/>And then she did the stupidest thing in the world. She never, ever, said this to anyone. looking back, she couldn't imagine what came over her. "You can call me magenta..." The moment the words were out of her mouth, she realised what she'd said and blushed bright red. "Uh, Maggie, that is." But the damage was done, the word was out there and her face was living up to her name.