(plipp!) A drop of beer lands on Sugar Dog's paw. She absently licks it off in her sleep.

Mmmmm....zzzzzz...

Amergin reaches over for the conveniently-placed wheeled tray table Spaw sent over from the Neil Young Center, pulls it over, and sets down the beer.... reaches into the pullout tray for the Notepad, and begins to scribe a song....

Yep, that adjustable tray height JUST FITS over Sugar Dog, sleeping happily below while songs dance over her silky caramel-colored head, and she begins to dream... of another Tavern, in another time.... The Mudcat Tavern Enterprise...

~S~