As she eyed him carefully, Febs' lips curled into more of a sly grin. "A partner in crime as it were, sounds delightful." He was likely right, between the two of them, they could track something decent down. Febby was well aware of where the bar was, but she really wasn't in the mood for the looks she would likely get, or even the possible refusal altogether, if she were to order a measure of whiskey for herself. Mr. Rosier however, would come in quite handy for avoiding that, if she were lucky.

"The bar on the far side is fully stocked, that much I do know." Dolly did not do anything half-assed, especially events, so there was plenty to go along. "However, I am not so sure they will be quite as amenable to my request as you are." She glanced at the bar with another smirk. It was highly unlikely she'd get anything but disapproval if she went up herself and so Febby quirked an eyebrow at him, curious to see if he was willing to play along.