Jacob nodded at her answer and slipped his ring back onto his finger. What she described sounded to him like a freemason symbol, something he was familiar enough with but it wasn't an organization tied to either Assassins or Templars. Middle and upper-class men wanting to be a part of a club to feel special, as far as he knew. Harmless. In any case, her reaction had been genuine and Jacob found himself relaxing just a little.
He wasn't in danger of getting a Templar blade in his back, as far as he knew, that was already making this a very good day.
"Cheap?" Jacob glanced to the hand on his shoulder then back to Edward, eyebrow raised. "It seems to me that they'll happily take your coin, especially if it is as old as you are, but you'll be swindling yourself if you only order something cheap. Your money is most certainly antique and thus worth more, why not go somewhere where they don't have to water down the drinks and you can buy out their entire stock of rum?"