"I haven't braved going back home yet. I'm not even sure if I can find the door again," Ruby said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She felt guilty, knowing that her Granny was probably at home and worried sick about her, but she was also quite enjoying her stay at the hotel. She knew it was selfish to at least not go back and check, but what if once she was home again she couldn't leave? "I guess I should know how doors in this place work a little more," she said. "I mean, if I go over somewhere, if I go home or to the Caribbean or whatever, is there a possibility that I could get stuck there?"

The thought of being a bartender hadn't occurred to Ruby, simply because it was something she'd never really done. She'd served alcohol in Granny's diner, but nothing as delicious or complicated as what Fiona had mixed up for her. It'd all been draft beer and sometimes whiskey or some other hard liquor out of the bottle, but never anything that required a recipe. "I would actually love to learn that," Ruby said, smiling brightly. "I served drinks at the diner I worked in back home, but nothing as complicated as this." She made a gesture to her glass and tipped her head, still smiling. "If you could show me I'd be forever in your debt, no joke."

"Well if I could find a door to the Caribbean and do nothing but get drunk and chill without pirates, I guess I wouldn't worry so much about whether or not I could come back," she said with a laugh. "If you ever feel like scaring up that door again, you should let me know. I'd love to go with you."