Fjord came into Caritas to see Tino... mixing drinks.

Not necessarily a bad thing, but it looked like he was going the, 'if you can't beat it, join it' route with the island today. And so everything that was being mixed was a clear beverage of some sort. Vodkas, seltzers, sodas, syrups... Nothing was going into a glass that might have had a color at some point, before.

Fjord squinted at the array of drinks laid out on the counter.

And then at Tino.

"Sure."

[OOC: Ooopen. Possible SP if I faceplant at my desk.]