The orc's features seem to soften hearing you talk. He motions for his people to get back to work silently as one of them, the strange scaled half-elf, walks over with a bag. "Well den, sugar ain't so easy ta come by 'ere, but ya seem ta know wot ta do wif it more den some of dem land lubbers out dere. So 'ere. Maybe ye could show me sum real fancy treat like yer gran taught ya, eh?" The orc hands you a bag of sugar with a smirk. Soon the hostess came with a few notes, and the orc looked serious as he put his hat and apron on. "Aight nuff chitchat. Me and mines gotta get ta work now, so if you an yours are done doin wot ye need ta do, kindly clear out." The orc left you and your friends alone as he started barking orders for his people to start cooking, with himself picking up a large cleaver as he took a box of potatoes out to cut them up. Pylia puts her apron away as she motions towards the door. "Sounds like that's our cue to leave. If there's nothing else you wanna grab, how about we head over to Dragon's Watch? I'm sure the party would be ready by now."