Oh. Two glasses. She wasn't planning on having much, but it looked like she'd definitely be trying a little of it. What could she have just to keep him company if he wanted more to drink? It was early yet, and she had more to do, but for someone who hardly drank her alcohol tolerance was pretty good.

"Thank you," she said to the bartender with a smile. "If you could check to see if you have any mead back there, that would be great. I'm only going to try this."

The bartender responded positively to that smile, and went back to check. Molly turned that same smile on to Sharpe, "Do you want to pour or shall I?"