She probably should have managed something a little more articulate in the face of a space viking. And let's be real, she lives in New Orleans. She's probably seen a lot stranger things. But in the moment of it all, with the space viking trying to pay her in large gold coins that she's pretty sure aren't an acceptable form of currency in any bar in the immediate vicinity, she's a little flabbergasted.
It takes her a moment, but she eventually snaps out of it and reaches for one of the empty beer glasses behind the bar. At least she has enough sense to know that ale = beer.
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She probably should have managed something a little more articulate in the face of a space viking. And let's be real, she lives in New Orleans. She's probably seen a lot stranger things. But in the moment of it all, with the space viking trying to pay her in large gold coins that she's pretty sure aren't an acceptable form of currency in any bar in the immediate vicinity, she's a little flabbergasted.
It takes her a moment, but she eventually snaps out of it and reaches for one of the empty beer glasses behind the bar. At least she has enough sense to know that ale = beer.
"Right. One ale, coming up."