Autor grins sharply. "Oh, good, fire-whiskey it is, then."

That said, he makes his way back to the bar, where he negotiates for their vittles and other supplies. When he returns, he--and a wait rat--are bearing three blankets, two gallons of interesting drinks, and one plate of food.

"Bar sent food out as well," he says, gesturing to the strawberries and cheese balanced on the rat's back. He tips it with some of the later, and sends it back. "She's kind."