"Fifteen years," he replied, the number rolling off of his tongue easily.
"And that's good that family is important, good quality. I consider all of this," he spread a hand toward the bar, implying both the brick and mortar building they were in and the people who were working within, "a sort of family. Just treat the place like that and you'll do just fine."
He glanced at Ysolde, raising a hand to wave her over. As the tall redhead made her way down the bar, stopping to answer questions as was necessary of her, he turned back to Fiona.
"Well this has certainly been a pleasure, but unfortunately, somebody's gotta run this place. You two should get to know each other, and Ysolde," he glanced at the woman as she appeared, a smile flickering over her features, "will get you whatever you'd like. On the house for tonight, but after that you'll be representing the place. All right? We'll have to chat again, eventually, but it's not like we won't be seeing each other, is it?" He grinned widely, rising from his seat.