Watching the halfling sit down and order reminds Drake of something; he hasn't eaten yet himself.  This thought is punctuated by a rather embarrassing growl from his stomach that draws a giggle from his audience of one.<br/><br/>"Sorry honey; you're just so beautiful, I forgot how much you tired me out last night."  Pausing dramatically, he gives an exaggerated sigh, and places his hands over his hard, mailed stomach.  "I just don't know if I can go on without a plate of ham and eggs to sustain me!"<br/><br/>The barmaid laughs again, and saunters off to fill his order.  Drake watches her walk off for a minute, then looks around again; he notices the halfling looking at him, and winks; she looks like the type to appreciate his sense of humor.