She's not too worried about the bartender. Either he'll find the amount sufficient and go back to his business, or he'll decide that the price he charges most people is too low for elves and cause problems, which just means Athessa will get to fight some idiot who underestimates her.

"This is the part where I say you seemed angry and then you say something like dear girl, am I really so hard to read?" Since he doesn't take the joint from her, she returns it to her lips and lets it hang there while she opens the bottle on the table and pours them each a drink.

"I told you it wasn't your fault."