Speaking of delicious, Qebhet had a gorgeous smile, and for a moment Much found himself just smiling back, forgetting that he was supposed to be bartending at all. It took another spike in laughter from across the bar to remind him where he was, and he grinned to cover it all up and went hunting for the gin. "I can promise deliciousness," Much said over his shoulder, pulling bottles from the collection behind the bar. "Or if not deliciousness then at least originality? Or if not pure originality then at least something cool and refreshing."
It was an easy drink to make, if you got the measures right. Gin, vodka, Lillit Blanc, and since he was using a flavoured gin, Much swapped out the curl of lemon peel for one of orange, and served it in a glass so cold it had frosted. "After all, that's what you're all about, isn't it? Cool waters at the end of a long day?" He couldn't help it, either; sliding her drink across the bar with his left hand, and reaching out to brush her hand where it was resting on the bar with his right.