Duck sticks his head over the parapet of the Minstrel's Gallery.
"It's a bit quiet in here tonight!"
Looks around again and spots sombody attempting to throw Oaklet onto a roaring fire.
"Well!! - at least there might be some space in the Hot Tub....."


He lowers a rope attached to a glass in a basket-weave sling which holds it upright. The barkeeper fills it with a large pint (Imperial measure rather than U.S.) of dark liquid with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon..... and beer - of course. The Duck then gently hauls it upwards, muttering something like "Heave up - and wash their noses..." just too quietly for it to be really distinguishable. He then returns to the relative quiet of the East Gallery - the West Gallery is too full of people singing.