knowing that men had to be men and that fighting was just one of many excuses men had to exalt their manliness ; putting aside the idea that it was all to do with keeping a womans honour intact , which it wasnt , that was simply an excuse like having to scull the three steins of beetroot cider placed before you on the table just because you were dared to she decided to separate herself from the ruckus and retire to their room where she met with the missus , who had just finished drawing their bath .