"I brought back so much rum. Antiva has the good brandy, Rivain has the good rum. Everywhere else has beer or wine, one tastes like piss, the other is only good for having with dinner." Usually only if you're dining with rich people too since they become unbearable about the wine.

One hand balls into a fist to give him the gentlest of punches. It wasn't quite so awful maybe when her and Marcel were doing it, and they were both fortunately on the same page, having dinner with Templars. Though the thought of Church having dinner with Templars...she'd help with that. If needed. "Well you have more sense than this Obi-Wan Kenobi, the way he just...blurting everything out the way he did, even all that time ago and I still cannot believe!" If Marcel had been there for her to go to maybe she would have been less annoyed but her palms had itched. "It's like so many things: run as hard and as fast as you can, just to stand still. Commoners have to do that all the time in the eyes of the nobility, mages must have to do it, rifters will now do it too. I think getting them away from Dairsmuid to a place they can rest safely, and where they were openly offered sanctuary - Madame LeBlanc extended that to them when she asked what supplies she might send with Korrin - helps. If people are not okay with it, I will hear. I will deal with it."

That serene smile does not promise a pleasant time for said people.