"Are we going to be in port for your birthday" she asked as she looked round the pub, then back to Trent  "cozy."  And warm as well, a roaring fire in such a small place meant that the overweight barman had sweat running down his face.  Reducing the flames would be rude but she created a small breeze in her face.<br/><br/>"So who's paying?"  She took a coin from her purse and flipped it up.  She had eaten with most of the crew at one time or another and it was ship tradition that the bill was paid by the loser of a coin toss.  Usually people didn't let her do it though, and she was happy Trent hadn't moved in time, because she did this.  Before the coin hit her hand it was caught in a small gust of wind and she lazily turned it over and over, making it quite clear she could bring it down on whichever side she wanted.<br/><br/>"Heads or tails?" she grinned wickedly.