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 fumes, she brushed off her hair and exuded perfume chakra all around her, neutralizing the yeast smells and bring about a pleasant rose and peach flavor, as she rose up the stairs beneath the trapdoor in the kitchen, before showing herself to her costumers.
In a poof of smoke, a masked woman entered. The Isabella inside Consuella stirred. Even concealed, there's always a bond that a sensei and her student share, that doesn't go away despite time or outfit, especially one that mastered the art of Perfume, a nuance so subtle it would require a fellow master to discern.
Oh my, sugar cheeks, that's a great mask. Are you in a mission, or can I get you something to drink?
She says, cheerfully, as she would any other costumer that approaches the counter.