Q'uila's ears fold back and her tail stills, hanging limply behind her. "I...Yes, food. And a stiff bloody drink."

Q'uila was a lot more mellow as they continued to wander, as well-worn worries about Nidhogg chased about her head. She was somewhat distracted by the intense smell of apple and alcohol that hit her nose, perking up slightly and dragging Yiazmat to a booth selling ciders.

"Four pints of your strongest please!"

Paying, she chugs down the first pint placed on the counter, handing the second mug to Yiazmat as she does so. Finishing the first pint in short order she picks up the other two and ambles away.

"That one's for you by the way."