That's mighty kind of ye, lad! Nothin' makes a long night warmer than a good meal.

[ Cheerfully, Silver puts his things down to duck under the counter. There's the sound of bottles clattering together and he reappears with an old fashioned parchment and ink. ]

Ye let me know if ye want fer anythin' else. I'll trade ye a meal or two for t'other recipes ye share.