Stavanger Bay i would appreciate it if you did not wash your socks in my coffee

;)

The corsair lifted his nose from his concoction and looked upon the unfamiliar wolf he seen before. His ears slicked back as a look of guilt flitted across his face. It was brief. He soon smiled and wagged his tail, inviting her in with a gesture of his paw as he scooted aside to make room for her to look upon the fermenting fruits.

"Rum!" He answered enthusiastically. "Or at least... fruits that are almost rum. I was just thinking it was time for a taste to see how they are doing." He arched a brow at her.