Wine is placed on the bar for the guy. It's a nice red with an odd purple sparkle in the light.

Kale tries to keep a snicker off his face because technically ... not technically ... he is royalty, so the milord is wrong but it's not going to be corrected. "I'm Kale. No cabbage jokes, please."

The Inn Keeper snickers and then wanders back to his book in the other room.