Oh...
*Nyarly seems a bit down, realizing that puny mortals don't carry Cthulu Mythos drinks, of course, they wouldn't, why would they sell the screams of the damned? Or the tormented heart of children? At any rate, Nyarly then looks back up
Well then give me the sweetest thing you have!
*Nyarly swings her legs on the stool, they don't even touch the ground, however...