The witch behind the bar nodded, pulling a pint, but it wasn't until she turned that he recognised her. He hadn't time to do much but smile before she was gone again though, serving drinks and wiping up. What was her name again?
Minerva.
He sat and drank and watched her, smiling again as she approached. "I remember this place having some of the best stew. What's the chance that it still does?" He lifted his glass and drank deeply, then gestured in her direction. "You look a hell of a lot better than you did last time I saw you."