Helga: She picked up the first of those glass mugs Ghranit provided, and lifted it first toward Ghranit, ?Thanks, ol' chap, and to your health. Y'allses health, too,? she gestured her mug to the others at and on the bar then before she gulped down a few mouth fulls.

A Fox Mask: ?Good evening,? as polite as ever to the hello given by the impressive? statured woman seating herself on the bar. Amber flicked to the shape of one filling ale pitcher, then took their time to focus on fingers again while a tin of tea was set out and mugs grabbed, ?Mm,? a thrum of deep thought, ?alright then,? when she opened the tin of tea, the smell for some might have been divine. Chocolate tea.

Ghranit: Raises his own mug, ?To your's as well,? and drinks with her.

Helga: Sends a wide smile to Fox Mask that she hopes is more friendly than intimidating, ?G'eve to ye, too. A fine place ye got here.?

A Fox Mask: The kettle whistled lightly, and she tipped her head toward the smiling impressive-lady once again, ?Thank you, but not mine, I'm afraid. It belongs to someone else.? Amber eyes drifted to land on the woman who sat on the bar, ?Two someone else?s, actually. It can be fine, yes. Has it's good nights and bad nights,? she took the kettle from the stove.

Helga: ?That's all right,? she nodded to the woman, ?Hi, I'm Helga and this here,? she pointed down to Ghranit, ?is Ghranit.?

Ghranit: Gives a nod to Fox, ?Evening,? then turns to Helga after taking another sip, ?So, how are things back in Watergate??

A Fox Mask: Enough time for the tea to steep, actually, and on her way back gloved fingertips curled in mug handles to bring them over to Nikolai. One set before him, the other simply settled on the bar, ?Hello Helga,? a moment, whiskey and tea done she could focus, ?Hello, Ghranit. I am Ran.?

Helga: ?They're just dandy. Opium's still sleepy and Duchess still has to do chores at the coffee shop,? then she turns another of those wide smiles to Ran, ?Nice t'meetcha.?

Ran: The flower prophet leaned a hip against the edge of bar with her own tea cup, a nod of head sent toward Helga, ?And you, as well. You are a new face to me.?

Helga: ?It should be new to you. I've never seen ye before,? nods after a moment's thought. Then she gave not quite sideway glance to those ginger snaps.

Ran: ?True enough,? following the Ogre-lady's gaze a moment. Should, by accident, Ran's hand simply nudge abandoned box toward Helga? Well.... ?It is, chocolate tea.? Fox-fire now skittered back to the bar and to whomever asked.

Ghanit: Gives another nod to Ran before turning back to Helga, ?Those two never change. Any news from 44 Hill Street? I haven't heard from those chaps in a long while.?

Helga: ?Well, do you remember Crosby? He sort of retired and the Harry went off to learn some more spells,? still looking at those ginger snaps. Then she grins down to Ghranit, ?Maybe I should make you pay me in chocolate tea in between ales. It sounds yummy.?

Ran: Nudge of box. Closer. Mm. Delicious ginger snaps, ?Would you like a cup of it before I put the rest of it away?? Head tilt a bit to the side, and while Ran did not often smile, it did not mean at all she was unpleasant. Simply: Ran.

Helga: ?Would I ever! Thank ye, Ren,? another wide smile is given to the woman as she nodded.

Ghranit: ?Chocolate tea? Have a hard enough time keeping up with it in ale,? throwing in a chuckle for good measure, ?Not surprised that Harry went off on his own again. He has a knack for that. But Crosby retired? That old coot? Probably just locked himself in that lab again more like.?

Kairee: stifled yawn

Ran: She set her tea down upon the bar top. ?You have lovely teeth,? random blink at the woman yawning on the bar top.

Helga: ?Could be. They moved the lab to some tower on an island,? she had to see those 'lovely teeth' and looked over to Kairee, squinting to peer between those yawning lips.

Ran: Shuffling away after mouth ticked suspiciously at Nikolai, coins in her gloved hand, ?Thank you. A moment, ladies. I'll have your tea,? she went searching for a very, very large mug you see.

Ghranit: ?Aye I heard the island with the lighthouse had been claimed. Seems they are doing well,? his grin is somewhat hidden by his beard.

Helga: Nods to Ghranit then before lifting the pitcher/mug back up and draining it. The empty was settled back to the counter, behind the two still full pitchers.

Ran: There we go. It was high up and far back, an older tea mug that put the size of some tankards to shame. She put that beside a normal cup and dropped the sweet smelling chocolate tea within each, pouring the kettle--all of it, into both. The first cup was carried to Helga with both hands and slow, steady pace so she would not spill it.

Ran: ?There you go, Helga,? soon as she was sure she hadn't burned herself, spilled water--and scuffled off for the silver-eyed woman's smaller tea cup. Back again and put before her with smallest of click against wood, ?And here you go, Miss.?

Ghranit: Studies the bear, especially the well made armor it now sported, ?My my, seems the little guy has been doin? well for himself indeed.?

Helga: Nods, inexplicably proud of that stuffed bear, ?Aye, that he has.?

Ghranit: Grins ?Kinda reminds me of that time we went and saved that hobgoblin from the bear pit. You remember that??

Helga: ?Of course I remember dat!? A wide grin, ?Those bears were ugly, though,? then she shoved Bob back into her pack and put the pack back on her back.

Ghranit: ?Sure were, 'specially after Harry set the big one on fire,? chuckles.

Helga: ?That was so stupid of him,? shakes her head, ?But they sure made a nice distraction once they got out of the pit.?

Ghranit: ?That they were, kept those bugger dog things off of us,? eyes the last pitcher/mug that Helga was working on, ?About ready for checking out arena there??

Helga: ?Aye. Let's do some sword bashing,? finishes off that last pitcher and then settles it to the bar.

Ran: ?Good evening, good luck,? for Helga and her very stout friend.

Ghranit: ?Right!? and drains his mug before hopping down from his stool, giving a nod to Ran, ?It was a pleasure to meet you,? then heads over to the basement door.

Ran: ?And you,? called, hopefully not too late for Helga and Ghranit.

Helga: Her stool groans a 'thanks' as she gets up. She waves all friendly like to Ran, fanning anyone who might be close in the process, then looks down to Ghranit, already on his way, ?Lead the way,? then follows him to the basement.