Max simply nods in acknowledgment. Personally he was pleased with the work that had been done in the few hours Tavi had actually slept, but he was sure Tavi would have some suggestions. He always did. They were even good ones most of the time.

"They were rather comely, weren't they," Max smirks. Then he shoots his friend a mock-serious look, "Well, someone has to drink all that ale. Otherwise it languishes in the barrel wasting space."