Rose had closed out most of her tables. There were other bars that were open later than Hangman, and some of them were probably heading there. She was still keeping an eye on a handful of guests, but she had time to spend with Frodo and his friend, now.
She brought the second round of beers and leaned against his side, playing idly with his hair. Hawke might tease her and poke her for the story later, but she wouldn't yell at them. It was obvious Frodo wasn't a drunk customer hitting on Rose, and Rose was still managing her tables.