"Alcohol is, unfortunately, relatively low on the priority list when we still have holes in the ceiling- and a great deal of what is good is squirreled away by Josephine to be saved for visiting dignitaries and nobles." She says, as a noble herself. "I receive the odd crate of wine and brandy from my family but most of that goes to the other healers."

There's a faint mew from under the table- and Adelaide will use that as her reason for going pink, not how casually and closely Red is leaning. It's the kitten that is not her kitten but she is minding it for a moment demanding attention. With one hand she continues to list off what Red says, the other scoops up a soft, white kitten and sets him on the table for a moment. "Limes and Rum would have to be imported but I think Varric may have connections to help there- if he does not? I can ask my sisters. Blending- if you can explain how we might sort out the means."

Whimsical as it may be- she treats it with all due seriousness. Or. As much as she can while gently tugging the kitten away from batting at the papers and pens littering the desk. "Morale is important. That is why we have a Tavern and why it is stocked- but more over...this is not your world. What would bring you comfort, what would soothe you in your home- you do not have those things here. If this work can bring one familiar thing to you and those in similar worlds? If it can give that comfort- then it is more than worthwhile- it is Vital. We work to better our standing, the Council, but you...have no one to speak for you or work for your interests. I'll not assume that authority, I do not have that right. But I will help how I can. And I truly think this will help, Red."