The bar

[Scott McLamok]

*Follows Lass to wherever she is going*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass sips the beer Ebby was looking at

[Scott McLamok]

*Waits for it*

[lass of something much]

(For what?)

[Scott McLamok]

(Beer tastes like toilet water...)

[lass of something much]

(Infant Lass is tasting most things for the first time, also, this is NZ beer)

[Scott McLamok]

(Which I haven't tried...)

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass drinks it

[Scott McLamok]

*Waits*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass gets stuck

[Scott McLamok]

Nonono!

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass is stuck

[Scott McLamok]

Lass....Off! Now!

[Verdauga]

*Walks into the bar.*




*SMACK*  OW!

[Booklover]

*passes Verdauga some peppermint tea* That'll be one pound (of anything, currency or weight).