"Der r no harlots me could youz a womans, been a bitz fer me, a nice pretty half-orcs likes me wouldz be nice.," she mumbles and drinks her toddy warming up nice. "Maam foods nice me likes da sauce, maybe me gets a tad more on me meats, tellz cooks why me likez alots.," she asks the busy dwarven waitress politely at least for a half-orc.