[ah, another satisfied "customer." it's always nice to know that he can read someone well enough to mix something that suits their tastes. or that he just makes really damn good mixes no one can complain about them. he didn't think he'd miss the feeling, but it's certainly itching a scratch he didn't know he had.]

Yes, I owned a tavern back home and often manned the bar myself. It was passed down from my father, and he taught me young.

[a small smile at the thought of his late father and the various lessons he had to go through. ah, he remembers adding too much lemon juice in one drink which caused quite the expression on his father's face...]

I'm quite pleased to know it meets your expectations. [he reaches for some empty glasses to prepare them to get washed.] If I may ask, what is the name of the language you are speaking? In all my travels, I have never heard such a lively and energetic language.