Poor sod. Ceri gives him a faintly amused look, patting his shoulder with one hand since the other is occupied with a tankard of her own.

"Stick your noggin in the lake for a bell or two? Cheaper and better for you."

And coincidentally means more booze for her, not that she's going to admit that outright. She has had several drinks herself, but being a) a career alcoholic and b) somewhat lacking in the self-preservation department, it's going to take the better part of the evening to really get a good buzz going.

"I s'pose you could just flap jaws with one of them dragonmen traders. Fermented shite or not, it'll knock your boots right off."

Xaela buuz is notoriously strong, after all.