"Get a room!" Bahorel cat-calls from his place on the floor, grinning at them.

"Hey, 'Fey... how c'me I can't havvehis rum, but you're gonna take it? Thass... thats... nonequall alchol rightss." He nods. "Enjlas wouln't like it."

He also nods at Legle's lack of drinks. It should be fixed. "Don' worrry. We got lotsss. Rumm, n' beer, 'n voka, 'n wine, 'n beer, 'n whiskey, n' rum, n' bourbn, nd wine..." He feels like he's forgetting some.