A smile to Corn, “I’d be more than happy to provide you with some. It’s currently a winter ale and a chocolate stout. I try and change them up for the seasons.” She never minded sharing her beer with others. It was a craft she had been slowly perfecting, and new people meant new feedback. “But you have to promise to give me honest feedback.” It was her one rule.
Chuckling, “Well I haven’t converted my loft or workshop into a proper brewery, that’s a bit more money than I have access to. But I have equipment I’ve purchased online, different fermenters and carboys.” A proper brewery would be great though!
Blinking a few times, then pointing to herself, “Me?” smiling, perhaps a bit of ma blush, and shaking her head, “Oh no, definitely not. Might want to hold that compliment until you’ve seen me actually try and piece things together.” Because that was when shit got real.