Druce takes a small fork, cuts off a piece of his pie and puts it into his mouth. After a few seconds of chewing, he nods with a bitter expresson on his face.
Aye, 'tis one of th' tad more flavoured kinds. I cannae really understand why some peeps like this one. he says, as he pushes his plate to the side. We have enough alcoholic culture 'ere as it is, cannae one simply enjoy a good-ol' traditional meal without it?, he sighs, looking around
I think I'll ask th' barmaid ta switch mine fer a non-alcoholic pie. Shall I order somethin' different for you two as well?he asks his two companions as he tries to catch the waitress's attention