"Goblin wines are unspeakable, in my experience," Xel says cheerfully, "but if my honored customer is looking for something a bit exotic, I have some elfin brews and one or two of my own devising, including some rather unusual teas with special properties. My honored customer has only to narrow down for this obtuse person the category of drink he seeks." He puts his hands together and bows, rising from it with an amusedly reproachful little crinkle to his eyes behind the pink lenses. "As for a decent treacle tart, I have no such thing prepared. However, if my honored customer wishes for one tomorrow, he may return, and if he wishes for an exceptional one in a week, he must tell me how the first attempt could be improved, and if he wishes something stickily sweet in this very moment, we have prepared a pie of pecans with chocolate, and one with a an upper of suitable meringue." He bows again, still smiling.