"Of course you are." The redhead winked as she glanced at her piece of parchment. "So we have a pitcher of stout and two orders of fish and chips? Salt? Vinegar?"
She glanced at the two men, waiting on their response. She was a good waitress, bar tender, bar wench. She knew when patrons wanted to talk and when they wanted her to leave them alone. These two had always been friendly enough, but at the same time, she didn't know a whole lot about them, save for McClaggen, and that was only family gossip anyhow.