[OPEN] Sing for your supper

Edy was lazily doing something behind the bar. Calling it working would have been an overstatement indeed. Really, she was just sort of taking a cloth and touching it to things, like a poor pantomime of what cleaning actually was. The new bartender they'd hired did a much better job than Edy at ...well, just about everything which made her job a hell of a lot easier, basically reducing it to just bullshitting with patrons and playing with her bobcat companion as well as Chunk, the tavern's resident feline proprietor. Glancing up Jigano entered, the teenager let her eyes sweep over him for a moment. He looked like a fucking winter's day incarnate: all sharp edges and icy colouring. Still, anything was better than pretending to dust, so Edy sidled over to the counter, leaning casually against it. "Hello yourself." She trilled, her youthful voice full of energy despite the relatively dim atmosphere inside the Rathskeller. "The price huh?" Yeah, she'd asked that too. "Well, if you hadn't noticed, we're stuck in this fucking bubble, so as it turns out, money isn't worth shit at the moment." Shrugging her shoulders, Edy all but yawned against the back of her hand as her dark eyes continued to appraise the man before her. "As for what, well, it's basically whatever Remi or Devrum make. We got some ales, a few of which don't even suck much, some whiskey, and some clear shit that Remi made that smells like flowers and kicks like a mule."