Well they might have been! But of course I couldn't let them suffer, even though they deserved it.

So I stood up to her and said: I was the one that broke the nose jar. If you must blame anyone. Blame me.

of course she was very stern about that and almost came at me with a knife but my stare was so piercing she changed her mind the last minute and banned me from her establishment.

But one day I will darken her doorstep again, and this time, she'll pour me a drink. [that isn't pickled noses]