“Not even a cherubmas themed drink for the occasion?” Millie prodded, unphased by the side eye she received from Hops.
It was one of the slower days at The Rabbit Hole so far, which meant that Hops could indulge her bar-seated customers in more conversation than she normally could. Millie had decided that it would be a perfect chance to ask (aka interrogate) Hops about potential new drinks. This had been going on for about half an hour now and showed no signs of stopping....
