Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for November 17, 2020
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Transcript:
Tyr: A flagon of mead! A flagon of mead! A flagon of mead!! Woman: Am I getting any closer? Tyr: No, but you're getting better looking...
Any bartender worth their garnish salt knows what mead is. Doesn’t mean that the place stocks, but they’ll know about it.