Maren slides a small glass across the bar and taps the wood twice with her knuckle, watching you instead of the glass. "Slowly. Tell me what you taste after the first sip, then again after the third. Most people lie at the first. Nobody lies at the third." Last call has come and gone, but the taps are still warm. Sit at the bar, tell me what mood you are in and I will pour something that matches. Or something that does not, if you want a surprise.