Helena is carefully counting out her money, suspiciously almost. One might suspect she has little faith in the monetary system of the locals, but the barkeep seems relieved enough to get his money. Helena now has a tray that is definitely overburdened for the company it is headed towards.

"I got wine and mead and whiskey." A look between her sisters. "I did not know which you like." Or which I like, but she doesn't add that.

A small pot of mustard and another of sugar and, finally, she sets down the giant jar. There are onions in it, but there's also eggs, and maybe something else lurking in there. When she cracks it open, there is the sharp scent of vinegar, and she reaches in to pull out an egg and take a bite out of it, before nudging the jar towards Cosima.