“What about it?” Yu asked. It was an honest question.
“Did you serve this?”
“I … don’t know.” Also honest.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I mean … Can I see it? What is it?” The bottle looked as unremarkable as they came.
“Sulfa Naba.”
Yu hesitated. “Probably?”
“What?”
“I mean, I probably served it. Maybe.”
“What do you mean, maybe?”
“Why? Is it something bad? Like the Sharran — I mean, Shanry?”
“It’s Sharnay. Answer the question.”
“Maybe … I don’t know. Oh, wait! I believe it was for Ondahr.”
“This is not a temple. This is a guild kitchen.”
“I … What does that mean?”
“There is nothing to believe here, only to know. Either it was for Ondahr, or it was for someone else. Which is it?”
“What else do you want me to say? I don’t know who got it, and I don’t know what you want from me! Do you not understand my words?”
“What I need to understand is how you cannot know your own actions.”
“You know what I mean!”
“Do you know?”
“Well — fine! I know that I believe it was for Ondahr! There! Is that better?”
“Is this supposed to be a joke?”
“What — Why — Why are you like this? Why can’t you —” Yu clamped his beak shut just before the shouting broke through. “Sorry! Sorry, Bubs. Sorry, really, sorry. It was … a lot. A long day. A lot of orders. I didn’t know it was important who go what, all right?” He rushed, tumbling words ahead of whatever interruption might come. “There are so many Sulfa drinks. They wanted some. I found, I don’t know, eight or nine different ones? But they drank only these three types. I mean, they tried two or three more, and Branwen had that one called Sulfa Bea, but otherwise it was these bottles here. These ones. Look, these are the empty ones. That’s what they had. Mostly. I honestly don’t know about the Nada— Nabla— that one you mean. I know it’s open and some is missing, but some of the bottles were already open before I got to them.
I can go and ask them, if you want. If you need to know. Who got it, I mean. They ordered these things, I didn’t just pick stuff at random, so they should know. It wasn’t the borman, I said that, and not the krynn, and also not Harrow, because she only had water and this orange one, and oh, not Bawal or Jerakill, because they only had juice, and I can ask about the others. Oh, yes, and also not Imbiad. He wasn’t down.”
“Leave it for now,” Bubs said. “Do not bring out anything else.”
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