Well, she has to concede to that. "That is a very good point."

Hell, she got hit on by creepy guys when she was working at Granny's, and when most people knew just whose Granny she was and that she was circling like a shark. Maybe it was just a given. A crappy given, but most givens are kinda like that. This isn't the time for her to get into wearing what she wants and being treated with respect, however, so she's just going to sweep all that aside in favour of tilting her head towards the door and starting to make her way toward it, gently tugging at Emma's wrist.

"Come on, if we're lucky they'll have more options than 'stew.'" So much stew. What she would give for a slice of lasagne right now, honestly. "And in my experience? If they advertise anything along the lines of dwarven ale or beer? It'll knock you on your ass, no matter how many pirates you can drink under a table."

Although that does sound like a story she'll have to ask about.