She stood leaning against the bar, hand on her hip and flashed the bloke a large smile.
"You remember correctly, though you look too young to be forgetful," Minerva told the wizard and really he looked around her own age. "Oh, our stew is the best around yet. One order of stew coming up," she advised, putting in the order.
When he spoke again, Minerva's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She leaned over the bar.
"I do, do I? Well you'll have to refresh my memory," Minerva told him, smiling. Did she sleep with this bloke? No, he wouldn't have said something as strange as that. Even when she was drunk, she looked good.