"Go ahead," Firo steps back out of the way and gestures toward the bar.

"Ask for anything you can think of--they might not have it, but she said she could make anything if people described it." So there's likely a whole array by now, because the citizens of Hadriel were eager for their booze.

He starts over now and leans his elbows back on the bar, watching to see what Carlisle will order. If he can make it off the door.