"It doesn't have to be a work of art, sugar-plum," says Fettina, smiling so cordially and with such a relaxed posture that one would think she could put anyone at ease. "Basic is fine. In fact I like your choice. I think I'll make one myself." Fettina slides out a different shelf and starts to mix Cantata her cosmopolitan. She does it with such dexterity that she must have practice as a bartender. Or at least has had some lessons from one.