"Your standard night at Diogenes, toasting good health in Old Norse slightly louder every round," Much said, tossing his head toward the rowdy party spilling out of their booth. He'd just set them up with their latest round so they wouldn't be hollering for more for a while, so he turned his attention entirely toward Qebhet. "Now if my memory serves me right, and it's never failed me so far when it comes to buying a pretty girl a drink, I owe you a freebee. What do you fancy?"