"With all of their junk? Who knows. But its hardly quality stuff." A roll of her eyes, and she downs the rest of her drink.

Taelia grins at Xander. "And I, will see what else the Bar can conjour. I'll be back." Oh... tipsy promises, and the drunken tendacy to go 'oh, look, shiny!'

But she'll run into him again, soon. Promise.