"It used to be a monastery," Valentin corrected gently, "like, an abbey in the Scottish highlands and they were self-serving?" Valentin looked at Darius, trying to find the right word. "Self-sufficient, that's it. Like, they made most things themselves, but then a town sort of sprang up around them and this whole big thing happened and, anyway, the drinks are over there."
Valentin gestured vaguely at a corner. "Be right back!"