You write down what you want in the notepad you carried around explaining that you would like to order a cup of milk, while at the same time pull out your wallet to pull out the money it is worth. "Not the talkative type I see," Cheryl comments. "Well at least your money is well. Your milk will be done in a jiffy."
It was a full moon night as you relaxed in the bar, while waiting for your milk to come, and at the same time were wondering why you were the only person in the bar at that time when you saw other horses out front. Cheryl came back with a cup of the milk you ordered, while also getting ready to wipe her hands. "We don't get many visitors like you at this bar," Cheryl explains. "Go on, and have a taste." You do what the bartender says, and drink the milk you were given before tipping the woman.