Moss nods sagely at her words, agreeing with her assessment of the bread. He didn't much care for most of the foods humans enjoyed, but he did have an affinity for bread. After all, it used yeast, which was a substance he took some interest in as a spore druid. Still, the druid also knows that there is much to be done, and does not wish to waste it, speaking to that as he rises up.<br/><br/>"You should enjoy your bread during our journey. If we are to find and capture your enslaved fruit eating mound, we should probably make haste. Gods only know what mischief it might get into without the gentle guiding hand of your gardeners. I remember this one time when I left a shrubbery unattended in my yurt. Oh the damage it did. It was quite impressive, at least as far as what an immovable plant can accomplish. I was suitably impressed."<br/><br/>On this last remark Moss moves to the barmaid, and fishes in his coin purse for a moment before handing it to her instead, apparently deciding that the effort in counting coins was not worth the frustration. His talons were not made for such fine work anyway.<br/><br/>"Please take suitable payment from there loud dwarf. It has been a pleasure eating in your noisy end, and enjoying your bland porridge. Both were an experience I have not had before, and thus are worth remembering. I hope your husband does better to please you in the future, or that you find one more to your liking. It seems finding another would be easy with this much beer about. Dwarves seem to enjoy drinking."