It's Oren's specialty.

[Iona stands up, dusting herself off.]

Oren, I'll meet you back at the Grind and help you do some prep work for some of the food. Deal?

[Oren bows his head, actually complying and backing out. He needs to throw away the bottle and spoon anyways, so. Iona turns to Gus in the meanwhile with her hands on her hips.]

You. You sleep.