Whosoever said that drinking should only happen in the afternoon when a flying object passes your house has clearly never lived in a Weyr. With so many dragons filling the skies at odd hours, it's always Cocktail Hour… including ten in the morning, it seems. Whilst the sun is doing its thing outside and everyone's working, Dione too is working, but on froofy drinks, the kind that should have little umbrellas. There's a line in front of her on the near-empty bar, ranging from a tall glass filled with a dark green liquid, to something that looks crushed and pink on the other side, a veritable rainbow of alcoholic deliciousness. At the moment, she's picking one to salute herself with. She's got the best job in the world.

Sure, why shouldn't a person start hanging around the bar at ten in the morning? Lisette's no stranger to this place, sauntering in as she does and perching on a stool in front of Dione. "So- what are these?" She asks, minus any hello as she wiggles her fingers at the glasses that span the counter in front of her. "Are you experimenting?" In her possession is a small bag, one that's filled with a book and a pencil and some other things. She begins to rifle through them as she waits for the answer.

Dione glances over the rim of the glass at Lisette. "It's a new line of drinks," she explains happily. "How to get your date's pants off in six easy sips, or three really big ones. I call this one the Pink Pleasure." Clearly she needs to work on the names some more, even if she's serious. She might not be. Still, in an effort to assist in the knowledge-sharing, she decants half of the glass into another one and slides it over the bar before taking a sip. Slushy, yes — someone clearly beat a lot of ice in a towel with a hammer — and totally without any kind of alcoholic taste. Kind of sweet too, really.

"I don't know about needing anyone's pants off…" Lisette trails off as she slides the glass the rest of the way towards herself. The notebook and pencil are pushed to the side for now and she takes a sip, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as she savors the taste. "Mmm. Very good. Did you just start working on them today or is this sort of the final product taste?" She wonders, sipping delicately again.

Eugh, brand name resistance. Something less flashy then. "As long as they remove them in the privacy of wherever they're going…" Dione mutters after one of those wine taster sloshes — and then a swallow, totally contrary to wine tasting rules. "I suppose I could work on the names?" She eyes the line of drinks. "It's what I've come up with over the last few months. Herding kids and goats in Nerat is really boring, you know?" Another sip, just in case, before she moves over to a muted yellow one, one with faint swirls of orange in it. "Didn't have access to all of this in Nerat though. Want a sip of this one as well?"

"You probably don't want them taking their pants off in here. Not that I've never seen it happen." Of course a person could safely assume that those people are promptly escorted outside. She takes another sip from the pink one and then reaches for the next offering. "You were Nerat? On a visit or that's just where you're from?" It is the morning so she's not quite so indulgent with the drinking, the orange version is given a cautious swallow. "Oh, I think I like this one better."

"On a visit. It's where I'm from originally, but I recently went to see if it's still as boring." Another swallow. "Cotholder life didn't get better compared to my memories." Still, Lisette's praise of the drink makes her beam, and she pushes it forward out of the line as a possible contender. "And you, Lisette? How have things been here?" She even eyes the little bag, complete with little stubby book and things. "Not here to report me for making bad drinks, I hope?" The next in the alcoholic tour de force is something dark purple, and she presents half of it with a frown. "Watch out for your clothes." And your tongue. "It's made from crushed starberries."

"Right, I did that too recently. I took a visit home and… yeah. It's just as boring as I remember it. My family still wants me to come and get married and have lots of babies." Lisette wrinkles her nose at the prospect and takes another sip. "Better than the cotholds. I have a new job." But wait! "And I've been doing it for a few sevens now. I assist in the dragon infirmary and Arianne is teachi- Oh strawberries." She's happy to talk about her life but also happy to try these fruity things. Flashing Dione a smile, she laughs and shakes her head. "And no, of course not. I couldn't anyway since these are so good."

"Starberries," Dione murmurs. "They're found in swamps, on rotten mushrooms. I'm thinking of calling it to Happytime Horror." As one can see, Dione should not be allowed to name anything. Ever. Except possibly children. Taking a sip of it herself, she demonstrates, sticking out a dark purple tongue out at Lisette and wiggling it. "Dragon infirmary? You're getting too clever for me, girl. What makes you want to do it? Are you going to become a dragonhealer?" Frown. "Can one become a dragonhealer without a dragon?" Clueless.

"Happytime Horror?" One of Lisette's eyebrows coasts upwards. "Don't tell anyone you find them on rotten mushrooms." That's just a piece of helpful advice from yours truly. At the sight of Dione's tongue she giggles and shakes her head, "Maybe I should slow down. I'm only on my break, it wouldn't help my cause to show up sloppy." She fingers the spine of her notebook and grins, "Because it's interesting. It's better than anything else I've done recently and- if I can, sure. Yes, I mean, Arianne says it isn't exactly typical. But who's going to stop me from trying?"

Dione winces at the slgihtly burry aftertaste in her mouth, but pulls herself straight. "The only person that can stop you from trying," she says grandly, "Is yourself. I mean, probably Arianne too, but yourself most definitely." The last glass, a green one, is grabbed to toast Lisette with, and looks uneasily like a pangalatic gargleblaster on closer acquaintance. "D'you have to do those sketches too? You know, of the wings and stuff? Come on, lemme see. Or can you only draw stick figures like me?"

"Well I definitely don't want me to fail. And I like to think that she doesn't want me to fail either, you know?" Because that would be a sort of unsettling and unhappy thought. She purses her lips, considering Dione and then her notebook before she flips a few pages in. "Don't laugh, they're better than stick figures but not quite… dragons." It's at least a solid try. Though some of them do kind of look like dogs. "I have a basic anatomy test coming up at some point."

Another sip of the green is taken before Dione carefully takes the book from Lisette. Of course, that means that the drinks are cleared to one side with the other hand, and the bar wiped down carefully before it's taken. "They're not that bad," she finally says judiciously as she flips through the slightly skewed drawings. "Much better than I can come up with." Though her fingers itch to take a pencil and start drawing moustaches on the poor things, she heroically resists. "Anatomy?" she asks quietly. "This bit is the wing, and so on? How many bits can there be?" Clearly not a naturalist.

Uttered a little sadly, "A lot." And it really sounds like Lisette means a lot. She sighs and returns to her drink, looking over the rim at Dione. "But what about you? What have you been doing since you came back from Nerat? Adventures?" She lifts an eyebrow as she shoots a glance around the room. The place isn't quite backed with people right now. "Quiet during the day."

Idly, Dione slides the book back and pulls the yellow-orange drink closer again. "Luckily I had a job to come back to," she stares off with, more thoughtful than being slightly buzzed should make her. "But now there's this guy here as well, so things are strange. I'm still on three months of double duty for leaving Sevreni in the middle of busy season without saying much. And yes, it is, isn't it? But it gives me time to do this kind of thing, and get the cleaning done, I suppose." A thoughtful frown. "And thinking. It's odd how much of that you can do when people aren't shouting 'Another round!' in your ears the whole night, or getting rowdy."

"Right." As if that was something Lisette had forgotten about entirely. "There's a guy here now. Oh, what did he say his name was?" She taps her fingers against the counter impatiently as she tries to remember it. "Sandal? Saniel? Sammael?" Is that ringing any bells for anyone here? Maybe? "Whatever. I wasn't thinking about his name so much when I was talking to him." Sliding the notebook the rest of the way towards herself, she places it back into her bag. "I can imagine it's a lot easier to think up new drinks too."

From the series of face-twitches on Dione's face, some wickedness is in the offing — either that, or the drink is hitting her hard. Perhaps both. "His name is Sandal," she says easily, tossing back a gulp of the frou-frou ice mixture. "Tall, blonde, jerky. You met him somewhere else then? Or here?" Do tell, Lisette, do tell. "That depends, do you really like any of the ones that you've tried? Or are they too frou-frou to start selling well?"

Lisette narrows suspicious eyes on her, "Sandal." She tries it again, slow and thoughtful. "Sandal. Are you sure? I thought- You work with him, I'm sure that you're right." And there, she believes her just like that. Isn't Sammael in for a surprise the next time he runs into her? "Does sound like him though. I better get back to the infirmary, my break is just about over." The rest of her things are swept up into the bag. "It's Southern, it gets hot here and there are girls. I don't think anything is too frou-frou if it has enough spike to it."

Mental note: up the booze level in the drinks. "No problem," Dione says happily. "Tell him he's welcome, if he asks." That'll serve Sandal right for scaring her. "And… hm, hold on." Ducking sideways, she comes up with a little packet of dried fruits and nuts, and passes it over the table. "Here, for increased energy. You've got to keep that almighty brain going if you've got a test soon, hm? Good luck with that, and come celebrate when you're done. Bye!"

She smiles, accepting the packet and slipping it into her pocket. "Thank you, that's really nice. I'll make sure to stop by. If I pass. And probably, no definitely, if I fail it." Lisette has a saucy wink for that before she pushes off the counter and hops off the stool. Then it's back to work with a finger wiggle over her shoulder. "Bye!"