".......I can see you have a very lovely bath. Quite extraordinary, really, considering the location."

*Wondering if these people can even speak Latin?*

"But, what I would really like...what I really NEED...is a martini. You see, I've brought the aqua fennica. Do you have vermouth and olives?"

My thirst for the elixer is so powerful, I don't even heed the warnings of the wild-haired man shouting about hiding valuables.

*Looking around frantically for someone who understands......*

Wait a minute.........I didn't even mention a bath. Do I stink? Perish the thought. Mint Flavius smells of the sweet, clean scent of her namesake. Me? Being offered a bath? Hmph.

*As I am about to launch into an explanation of the impropriety of offering a proper Roman Matrona a bath before other social graces are fulfilled, the barkeep, plops down the perfect martini glass in front of me.*

*blink*

"Ah."

*Picking up the glass.*

"Is it clean?"