If there's something that Barrayarans are good at, it's drinking, a lot, but this man seems like he could give most of the lot a run for their money. Maybe a little too much. The tall young woman in plain clothes meant more for warmth than fashion has been flitting around the camp during the celebrations, talking here, drinking there, and now she approaches Tucker with raised eyebrows, but a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"That's not maple mead you're chugging, is it? You might want to be careful."