Tristan jumped and nearly fell from his chair when the man shouted. He tried to resist the urge to frown. Those were poor manners. But then again, he didn't know what kind of establishment this was. He was still getting to know the town and its businesses. He listened to the exchange and wondered whether it was a family business, and it was the man's poor wife in the kitchen.

He had had Guinness before and didn't like it much. But he was also too polite to say anything. And so he watched the man pour the drink and smiled when he put it down in front of him. "Thank you," he said. "I hope I'm not troubling the Mrs. too much?"