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Consuella's gaze pierced through the man. Well, that is good.

So, how's the mist going, these days?

Not waiting for the man to answer, she quickly snaps back on her feet and walks towards the newcomer. Hey sweet cheeks, can I get you something to drink?

Since apparently stuff's happening, let's just put Maniac Mushroom on hold. _______________________________________________ Suddenly waking up from a particularly harsh hangover, Consuella burst into a loud yell, right in the face of the man in front of her. After a few seconds of shouting, her...

Consuella grabs another bottle of alcohol from the counter and starts pouring on the cup her student stretched to her. She then takes some lemon slices and pitch of salt, wondering if her student knew what to do with them. She smirked, half between Isabella and Consuella, and then licked the...

I'd like to describe it as, exquisite. She says in a low whisper, rolling her tongue at the last word. Pouring sake on both cups, she picks up her cup and then the bottle in her hand. She then throws the bottle to the back of one of the fighting sisters. Keep it down! I won't hesitate to kick...

She smiles. Not the cheerful and over-welcoming Consuella's smile, but Isabella's private and affectionate smile that only a small few ever knew, even if her face was that of Consuella. A lot would remain unsaid, as both kunoichi were, for all effects and purposes, undercover, but there's still...

There's quite a lot of stuff happening behind the scenes inside the tavern. The Akatsuki hideout was filled with mushroom colonies, where Consuella enjoyed creating new recipes for alcohols and other types of food, and the here and there battle-oriented experiments. Emerging from the alcohol...

Wow, rude. First of all, either you learn to be nice, or you get kicked out of the tavern. Second of all. She approaches closer, and whispers If you want to place a bounty on someone, I can get you sorted out ;) She then raises a finger to the man's lip's, without touching them, before...

Excellent choice! She shuffles around in the drinking cabinet before pouring a red liquor into a shot-sized wooden cup. Try this ;) Sorry sweety, want something?

Oh hey sweety, you look well. So... not-dead... Can I get you anything?

Instead of walking backwards, Consuella stands her ground, which makes them bump heads with each other. The whole mood whimpers and dies out Da hell, man? She takes out the cigar from her mouth and throws into the nearest bin, which violently explodes, sending the fedora away and whirling her...

The air suddenly shifts. For some reason everything becomes black and white, like an old american police movie from the 90's. Consuella shows up with a full-body rain-coat and a light fedora, smoking a cigar. Real rainy day, eh, sugar lips? She raised her hand, cupping the non-existing rain...

She took the bounty poster, studying it for a while before stuffing it on her bosom. Meet me around back. Be discrete. She then went to the kitchen, leaving through the back door into the backyard.

Alrighty then! She slaps some red stuff she found in a corner of the kitchen that loosely resembles a strawberry on top of the pancakes. Placing the plate in front of the costumer, she exclaims Bond apety, sugar lips!

AWESOME choice Heads off to the kitchen and heats up a few pancakes. Midway, she shouts back to the counter What do you want on top of the pancakes? Honey? Strawberry sauce? Blood of 1000 virgins? Lemon drops?

BUT DO TELL ... oh She quickly turns her attention to the newcomer. Hey, sweet cheeks. Can I get you anything?

She shouts from the window DID YOU TELL HIM ABOUT THE ONE PENNY OFF DISCOUNT?!

As the man approached the counter and started his speech, she quickly pulled him by the collar, before expressing her annoyance in a whispered manner Shh! This is a respectable tavern, you can't just go by spouting such things. Then, turning into a more of a purring sound, she continued I...

Consuella quickly brushes off his claim to the country and picks up the most expensive bottle Here you go sure, it'll cost you your first born