Flink snorted at the mention of a contest, but shook her head, "I'll avoid that. I try not to encourage people to drink too much, they're already a bit short witted." She tapped her papers, writing down any new patrons before looking back to the two ladies, "Also, you misunderstand me in what I meant by 'stir things up', I'm quite happy with my decor." She smiled a bit wistfully, or was it a maniacal smile. "I'm looking to keep people on their toes."

After the interrupter left, Flink turned her attention back to the ceiling, thinking on what she could do. A fire would burn her precious inn, maybe inviting a drunkard in to hit on everyone, now those are fun to watch.