[Pokey takes that mug and more or less chugs it, and yet before he's halfway done with it he's already managed to stuff a cinnamon bun or two in his face. When he finishes the cup he sets it down, close to the keg and clearly expecting another, but he at least gives a smile that isn't that of a complete little jerkwad.]

Hey, it wasn't half bad. I guess I'll say you've pleased me enough you get to keep all your property when I expand from here.

So are you a cook or something, then? Cause hey, you might as well get into the business if you aren't.