Philip was always on the lookout for new things to incorporate into the offerings he had in his bakery so it was no surprise that he had come to the Celtic Street Fair. He has sampled a few things but had stayed clear of the ale. He didn't particularly like the taste of strong alcohol - he was more of a butterbeer and hot cocoa guy.

The place was pretty busy and Philip was enjoying himself. He never had been one to be shy among a crowd - he was in the wrong occupation if it did! - so he was immersing himself in everything that was going on.

Philip had picked up a bit of something to nibble on and with not many other options when it came to drink, he accepted a mug of ale. Taking a sip of it, he didn't find it very enjoyable but took it anyway to be polite. Moving back into the crowd, he was soon ploughed into by an older gent.

"It's fine," Philip said cheerily with a chuckle though his small plate of food had fallen to the ground. "Accident's happen and I wasn't really watching where I was going either."