Ale, the Hufflepuff had asked for and ale she should have. And more.
As Eileen made her trips, whether to the shops or rubbish bins, the back rooms of the Leaky Cauldron gained the stench of yeast and fermented fruit and all sorts of odd equipment, one after the other. Tubes ran from various pieces of glassware connecting the glass containers in various ways, into a complex spider web of brewing equipment as it expanded nightly across the room.
Meanwhile, the front rooms seen by the visitors of the Leaky Cauldron had only gained a couple of inconspicuous glass balls, slightly larger than Eileen's gobstones.
The new sullen waitress insisted somberly that coffee tasted much better when brewed in them, than in a cauldron.