[ oh. oh, boy. isn't it enough that he has one headache to deal with? now he has two? (three, really. he doesn't know about that other ginger yet.) even so: absolutely not. do you think he'd just give those away for free? dandelion wine on a cool market still fetches a good price. do you think he'd just give those away when there's no way to access his inventory here?

okay. maybe one bottle. maybe. but, do you think he carries them around on his person? dream on. ]

If it isn't Mond's most esteemed bard. [ he doesn't sound surprised or even excited to see him, but does he ever? instead, venti can probably tell he's barely suppressing a sigh no matter how the corners of his stern expression relaxes. and no matter how flat his answering gaze is. ] I'll pass.

[ he takes a dainty bite of deep fried... whatever he has on his plate. there's at least three cleared plates under this. pyro/delusion users and their bottomless stomachs. ] The wines here are largely corked and the clear liquors aren't too dissimilar from Snezhnaya's... Questionable imports. [ ugh. ] Besides, there's little need to compete with the dead.

[ no offense ghost bartender. ]