Marzipan had heard the ferryman's call for mead and quickly made her way over to his table. Dropping off her last two tankards in front of him and the Mapmaker with nary a word, save for an unseen eyeroll at the antics of the Bard. The only saving grace in her mind was that his money was just as good as anybody elses- and when he was drinking he wasn't singing. Empty of her burdens she made her way through the room picking up empties and clearing away table scraps as she headed back to the bar to gather more drinks for the lot. She passed by one of her cousin's laden with drinks as well as Fren who was on the move to the same table, off to make some mischief apparently, and leaving poor Hoggy to drink alone as he contemplated the meaning of treasures. --- Fren, having heard the word 'boyo' from the table across the way decided that was welcome enough for him. He grabbed his honeyed mead and stuffed his sweetroll into his mouth as he made his way to the older boy's table. "What she gonna want with you anyways?" Pipped in Fren as he slid into Jasmine's empty chair uninvited, "When Ol' man Grover dies I'll get his farm groves- an' then I'll have the biggest farm lot in the village." The boy puffed himself up, completely unmindful of how ridiculous he seemed as he kicked his feet above the ground and spewed crumbs as he talked, "Mebbe she'll wanna marry me instead. Wives are like mums yeah? I've not had a mum before. Though I'm not so sure I'd want one..." He wrinkled his nose as he took a sip of his drink, "Girls's gross. Whatdoya do with em anyways?" --- Marzipan returned to the ferryman's table once again holding twice the number of drinks she'd had before easily, when the Bard bellowed for drinks. "Oi quit yer caterwallerin'. I've got yer beer," She said from directly behind the man before elbowing him out of her way to place her burden of brews on the table, "We put up with enough o' that as it is when you've a mind to scare off my regulars. So shut yer gob an' have a drink if it will cut yer yappin any." She shot the girl a glance to make sure she was alright with the buffoon hanging off of her like he was. The girls overwhelmed blush made her seem rather uncomfortable with all the menfolk about her- and Marzipan had no qualms about tossing some overbearing sapp to the muck outside if he'd overstayed his welcome... after he paid of course. "You be havin a drink now then Roman?" She said to the map maker with a sly smile, knowing well the man's sober habits and penny pinching ways. She much prefered the man's quiet ways to that of the loud Bard's- life in a rowdy tavern tends to make one appreciate the calmer times and the Mapmaker was a quiet man most often.