"Hmm." Jeff contemplated, bringing a thoughtful palm to his cleft chin. "It seems we have a bit of a problem then. You've likely enough witnesses to substitute material evidence but if we were to provide something to the contrary, the report wouldn't be valid. As I prefer the appearance of an accomidating host," he turned to Moira and Sharon with a cold stare as if to say 'this is all your fault.' "Ladies, something proper if you please. I wish for an endless barrel of the finest -by human standards and non-recycled- ale."<br/><br/>As if momentarily possessed, the leprechaun sisters' eyes dropped to blank stare. Each raised their outside arms, hands identically prepared. Together the announced "Done," and snapped their fingers.<br/><br/>Even before the barrel materialized, the sweet scent of fermented honey, roasted malt and prime oats permeated the longhouse's air and tickled the nostrils of all present. The barrel came equipped with a tap and complete with a complimentary assortment of tall, clean glass mugs with shamrocks etched in the sides. Jeff approached the barrel and filled one of the mugs, the scent growing stronger as a thick head formed at the top.<br/><br/>The other young men started filing down as Jeff sampled an upclose whiff of the potent mixture but offered it to Viloet instead. "I trust you'll find this up to health standards."