Chalice saw Paris out of the corner of her eye. "Hey Paris!" she said. "Want to come join us?" she asked her jesturing to Chris. "Three butter beers please." she said to the bartender. Chalice handed a galleon and a sickel and took the drinks. She gave one to Chris, put one in front of herself and held the other up in the air, as if to say, "Come get it, it's yours."