Good day, MissEntropy. Gosh, I can see you will liven things up around here. Please bear in mind the best tatting lessons take place in the distillery herb-drying shed. We occasionally sing filthy sea-shanties uplifting hymns as we tat.
I do hope you were all careful down in the cellars. There are still a few souvenirs from the Transylvanian adventure locked up. Though the howling and clanking you might have heard was most likely Cook on one of her "stock-taking" excursions. Take care not to fall over the empty bottles.