It had been a long trip out to Emprise, that was for certain. Snowy paths, minding her horse's footing, and all of that to deliver more warmly knitted socks and to make sure that everyone was all right up her. It was her way, and her fellow Wardens didn't even blink when Bethany went on a sock run. She did enough in the Deep Roads, after all.

She had planned on just turning around and hitting the road again, but she found Hercules standing there with his hand absently petting Max, his gaze distant as he looked off to the mountains. She knew that look - it was the Chuck Look. So she got down to pet Max, and bet Hercules spilling his current feelings on a drinking contest.

Oh ... she knew she wouldn't win (sigh, she never won.) But taking care of her would help Herc with his 'fatherly instincts' right now, so she'd take the hit, and the hangover.

It was common knowledge that Bethany, by Warden standards, was a light-weight. Three ales in and she was already listing to the side a little. She blinked at Herc, slowly, before she beamed happily at him, "Of course I do! It's a ...a drinking contest, not a stop .. .drinking contest. One more, please, of your delicious ales."

That beaming smile was turned to the waitress, who smiled back despite herself, before putting the next mug in front of Bethany. Bethany put on a ... 'trying to be determined face' which fell right into another grin. "These are soooooooo big, Herc. They're like ... the ogres of mugs."