Private Beer tasting for elite members only!

[krammbunctious]

Who: Kramm, Tyrion, Crowley, The Iron Bull, Natasha
Broadcast: private
Action: The Vanquish
When: This evening

[It's officially done! Kramm's first batch of home-brewed goodness. He's got three barrels that he's prepping for the special guests who would get a first taste, and if everything come out alright he might possibly have a business venture out of it.

Somewhat of a momentous occasion for him - since he's used to killing things and wreaking havoc for a living - he wanted to make it a small celebration of creation. It's something of a private event, though, and party planner he is not. He does set up a table with cluster of dented metal mugs for the tasting. It's not much, but he's proud of it.

Once happy with the layout, he opens up a filtered post to the lot of them - friends and prospective employers alike - and starts the feed off with a big doofy grin.]

Hey folks, beer is ready when you are!

Comments

[krammbunctious]

[He pours her a sample of the Amber and passes it over, pressing his taloned hands together in anticipation.]

[This one ... is just not quite as good. It's actually, yeah it's bad.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Well, they can't all be winners. Natasha hides a grimace behind a rueful smile.]

Not your best. But always good to have somewhere to improve, right?

[krammbunctious]

[He mirrors that grimace, but then shrugs his shoulders. That's what learning was all about, right? He goes to pour the porter.]

'Preciate your honesty. [He pours the porter, then hands it over,] Here we go, one last mystery ...

Last one. [[I am going to leave its quality up to Natasha!]]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha takes it and raises her glass in a last, ironic salute before she takes a taste.

Well, she won't be chugging it, but she gives a shrug and quirks her eyebrow.]

Two out of three ain't bad.

[It's clearly not the best bear ever, but she'll take another drink. It's fine. Maybe not anything special, but nothing to be scared off by either.]

[krammbunctious]

[Kramm breathes a sigh of relief - two out of three ain't bad indeed, and he'd take it.]

I think I'm gunna call the blonde ale 'Nat's Treasure' Yeah?

[outstandingbalance]

It's your beer. Name it what you want... but I'd be honored if you wanted to name it after me.