"Stranger and stranger. I'll check."
He steps over to the bar. "Hello, bar. Or bartender, or whatever you prefer."
A napkin appears. Hello. My name is Bar. And 'she' pronouns, please. Would you like a drink? First one is free.
Kolai startles slightly at the appearance, then reads. "Guaranteed safe?"
Nontoxic, nonmagical, and otherwise safe. I am also good at recommendations.
"Then I'll take one happily. Nothing intoxicating, please. I don't know if you could overhear, but do you happen to have paper or a pen?"
I can certainly sell you those for reasonable currency-dependent prices. Also any published information in any format, and most other things which are nontoxic, nonmagical, non-living, and not weapons.
He boggles. "I think I'll get back to you, then. Thank you for the drink, madam." He picks up the pint and last napkin, and turns back to the other patrons.
"Take a look. Apparently our good Bar does much more than drinks."