"Er..Maam? I have some fine lemon vodka here if that would help, I was about to put it in the mulled cider, but I think your need is probably greater." gnomad waves the bottle, he is careful not to smile in case it would be anti-revolutionary. The newcomer appears to dislike anti-revolutionary behaviour.

He ferrets in his pack again (could this be the source of the other sudden arival?) and triumphantly draws from it a monstrous bottle of grappa.."I'll be glad to stop lugging this one around."..he dips, stirs, and tastes in the now-established routine. The quaver in his voice is attributable to the Aurochs chile, honest, "This will be ready in just a moment, folks..just keep it away from flames and sparks." he upends the grappa bottle into the vat and goes over to the bar to badger Mmario for some cloves.

En route he passes GUEST, who is singing lustfully. "Aaah..Stranger? There's is some rude mulled cider if that would please you, and if you feel up to it perhaps we could have Oyster Nan to follow?" he shuffles on towards the bar.