Bahorel is emphatically not Marius. The moment is only a flicker, and then he's back, with a grin. "Then we have twice the holidays to celebrate! Come, Mademoiselle, what shall you have? Citrus can be made to fit either season, depending on if you want punch or something lighter." He gesture to the bar display behind him. "I do believe we have the ingredients for everything here; and it need not even be on fire, though I certainly advise a little flame in this weather."