Like Tessa hasn't been on the receiving end of a high-speed mug of liquid gold before. Her natural dexterity made it (mostly) easy enough to swing her hands out to just barely brush the sides of the mug and slide it to a stop just a bit off-center, ensuring that any froth spilling over landed on one hand and not all over herself. Popping a finger or two into her mouth just a BIT too slowly, she smiled brightly at the men.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, I suppose I could grace the two of you with my presence. A little halfling luck never hurts, when skulking about through interesting places."</strong>