"Sure." He puts away the wine he was about to pour, which is glowing with a powerful Transmutation, and crushes some lemons instead for a sugar and lemon drink, Prestidigitated cold as he hands it across the bar. 

"Sure." He puts away the wine he was about to pour, which is glowing with a powerful Transmutation, and crushes some lemons instead for a sugar and lemon drink, Prestidigitated cold as he hands it across the bar.  "We take gold, or silver, or Absalom dollars; if you've anything rarer you'll have to trade it at the temple."

"How long left on the wine?" someone asks him while he's preparing her drink. 

"An hour."