"Well, you are a constant reminder of your murder of my husband," Sykhia replies, playing with her little spoon, "And it seems like you've finished with me?"
"Your dwarf brought me that water before, so I'm not as thirsty. Besides, spiced wine tastes much better when it has had time to mix a bit," she stirs it a little more, "Hopefully, yours was still acceptable?"
"If you like. But I didn't put enough sugar into it to drink it unless we mix it longer. Let me add some more for you. Here, give me your glass."
*Sykhia takes Cade's glass and heads back behind the counter, pouring some of her drink into the glass, adding more and mixing it up a bit with the sugar, then brings it back.*
"Here. But you shouldn't drink too much more. You're a little fellow, so the drink will get to you quickly and you'll wind up with a killer hangover tomorrow morning."
"No--you said you want to drink some now, right? Well I'm willing to wait until mine is mixed right. Don't worry, I know what tastes good," Sykhia laughs slightly, "Growing up as the daughter of an innkeeper, I couldn't help but learn a little bit of the family trade, so there's a bit of both barmaid and bartender in me still."