Poured
Tea, coffee, lemonade, water
The counter along the shed wall pours tea, coffee and lemonade only; there is no menu and nothing comes out of a kitchen here.

Whoever is sitting out a hand takes a turn at the counter — tea, coffee, lemonade and a jug of water for anyone who wants one.
There has never been a stove or an order pad in this building; nothing goes out on a plate here and nothing ever will.
It runs on the same clock as the tables and stops pouring once the last hand of the night ends.
Tea, coffee, lemonade, water
Anything that counts as a meal
Around half past midnight, give or take
Tea, coffee, lemonade and water — nothing else has ever come out of that counter.
No running tab, no card behind the counter, no bill at the end of the night.
Ask for anything resembling a meal and the honest answer is a friendly no.
It closes the moment the last table breaks up, not a minute before or after.
Everything past this point is written for adults; the room keeps to an eighteen-plus floor, no exceptions.
A cookie holds this answer for the visit; the cookie notice has the rest of it.