"Wouldn't know myself," the barkeeper answered with a grin. "Never could be bothered to try out rations myself, no sir. A warm meal is what I prefer. You'll be served in a moment. Yenn!" he yelled in the direction of the backdoor. "What's taking you so long?"<br/><br/>The wench giggled on Rowan's remark. "I guess that would leave me a tad dirty, good sir." she answered cheerfully, as she smiled. "As for your decision, that food is going to get cold soon, I'm afraid." She leaned back against him, making no reference to the hand that was fondling her leg.