*Acts completely oblivious to Gamine's pointed looks, and resumes his grumbling.*

I just don't get it. There's mead; and I'm thirsty for mead. Do ya think there's a connection hidden there, somewhere?

*Grins, and puffs out his chest in a sudden dawning of realization.*

Ahh, I get it. I'm just the only one smart enough to figure it out. Ok, for all 'o you, listen carefully.

*Begins talking very slowly, as if to a child that refuses to understand.*

Ith.. Need.. Mead. Give.. Ith.. Mead.

*Crosses his arms in triumph, having accomplished the task of getting his message across to the dimwitted ol' man. Shakes his head in disbelief as his message is completely ignored, and then flails his arms up in the air, giving up the trouble.*

Fine, fine. But don't go giving the drinks to the danged fish! What'd he do to deserve any? I'm all up for kickin' that grump outta her place, 'cause we need a place to sleep, don't we?

*Continues to grumble under his breath, waiting for a reply.*