"What, are you too young?" She's giving Jim a look, all right, even if it's half amused. "You're outside Imperial civilization now, boys, loosen your belts a little." She leans forward as they squeeze into their seats, calling something in Dunmeri to the tavern owner. Not hard to guess what she's asking for.

"Now." She throws herself back into her chair and eyes the two of them. "It's good to see you, Stratos, but what are you doing all the way out here? You've never been outside the Empire in your life." Her face darkens, and for a moment she's very sober as she studies the younger Imperial's face. "What's happened?"

"Nothing! Nothing bad, at any rate." He hurries to reassure her before that train of thought spoils the mood. "But we needed to find you. You need to come home for a little while."

"Come home?" Despite her relief, Lartia's eyebrows shoot up. She her mug across the table and sips from it while she talks. "I'm in the middle of something important here, nephew. Unless the stars are falling or the doomstones have woken and started marching around Cyrodiil, I don't see what's so important-"

"Felix is getting married."

"...Felix?" It's a damn good thing she hadn't actually taken a drink from her mug this time.