Wow, it's an additional peek into that magical evening... Probably earlier though, before the soup slurpers' eyes got all weird and those dead birds (??) flopped onto the counter... What were those creatures anyway??
A medieval man talking to a barmaid while men at the back of them eat and slurp soup loudly, the medieval man slowly says in a raspy, wheezy, guttural English working class voice to the barmaid "I have a feeling that WE are going to exchange pheromones, my dear...", the whole time the barmaid is smiling ...