After a miserable day at work that had been filled with screaming and sobbing and threats and eventually the police, it felt nice to receive a compliment, even if it was only a figure of speech. Qebhet found herself relaxing a little more, her shoulders softening as she leaned her forearms on the bar. "Oh, I'm not sure, I usually just order beer. Unless you have a specialty, perhaps?" She knew Much liked to feed people, and she had a feeling that extended to cocktails as well.