[A bat quietly flies in and flits around the place, listening to the mingled singing, playing, chatting, and reciting. She flits here and there in a quest for the stray insect that slips out from the padded room, which has seen better repair. She goes out to the large and very strange pools of liquid and gell. First she takes an experimental sip at the gell ... "hmmm, vodka." Then she flies over to the other pool and takes a draft ... "Hmmm, chocolate? May wonders never cease!" She goes mad flitting back and forth in ecstatic indecision, then, exhausted and happy, goes back into the tavern and settles down in the rafters, listening and squeaking an occasional remark while grabbing up the odd mosquito or other insect.]