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Llew looked at the man, not quite understanding what he meant.  "Local?"  Llew asked himself, more than his customer. 

"Farmhand."  Yelled the woman from behind them.

"What does a bleeding farmhand have to do with this?"  Llew asked, now even more confused.

"Farmhand Ale, you twat!"  The woman yelled back.

"Ale?"  Llew asked.  "There's a Farmhand Ale?"  He asked no one in particular.  And he looked at the ales in front of him and sure enough one was labeled Farmhand.  "Well whowouldathought?"  He asked. 

"Open your eyes fool, what do you see?"  Came the woman's voice.

Llew took another pint glass and as he did with the Guiness filled it up with the ale, turning the glass at an angle and righting it as the lighter liquid filled the glass.  He put the glass in front of his customer and sighed as the foam settled down a little. 

"Oh shit!"  Came the woman's voice.  "The fish and chips!"

"Apparently your fish and chips will be a little longer than I thought."  Llew told his customer, smiling a little.  "I'm sorry bout that."

The woman said "I'm sorry bout that" at exactly the same time.