Romilda gave an understanding nod. "Yeah, peppermint has to be doled out in just the right amount." She glanced over the menu one more time, her face going into a grimace at the thought of a goose flavored drink. Who in their right mind wanted their drinks to taste like their main course. It was one thing to have them taste of desserts but that was just odd.
"Great, do you have something large enough to last a few hours while I'm at the barn?" She didn't know exactly what sizes were available so Romilda figured she better ask. “For now I’d like a cup of tea with a bit of milk and sugar.”