((As if he'd ever get drunk on plain old human (gnome) ale!))

The food is hot, hearty, flavorful and filling, exactly what your bodies have been craving after traveling for what seems like forever.  The wine and ales are cool and refreshing. The rest of the common room is filling in, some it seems are fellow lodgers, but you get the sense that there are folks who stop by on the regular for Evelyn's meals. You don't seem much of her, she seems to be directing her troops from the kitchen, but an assortment of younger relations keep the food and drink flowing out to the tables, and it's at times hard to estimate if there are five or fifteen young gnomes working the place.

Hank, Garvey and Bimmfur join you, the young halfling very interested in Dornikal's drinks of choice, but he's minded by his two guardians, who seem to be progressing in the unwinding and relaxing into their new prospects.

((Would you have invited the monster hunting crew to swing by this evening, or looking for some time to yourselves?))

((Probably would have given them an  open invitation to drop by.))

The two brothers stop by, Brucho remarking that his wife has all kinds of guild business to see to, and that Whoopsie has vanished into his workshop, perhaps to work on Randy's order.

It's clear that Evelyn knows them, and clear that they know her cooking when they order another pie without hesitation. 

"Empty... empty... almost empty... We'll need another round over here!", Brucho calls out.

((Anything you're looking to discuss, either among party or with NPCs this evening, or shall we roll into the next day?))

((Nah, ready for a new day of...shopping and NPC chatting! Easy day for the DM!))