"Mmhmm!," the woman by the bar replies, with just as much energy. "It's magic!"

"Again? There's funny magic things all over."

"Oh, is there magic where you're from? There's magic where I'm from, but not very much of it."

"I'm a witch, yeah? There's witches. And there's other things. Like this door. Or the talking fox or the rainbow river or the Neuroi 'cept people say they aren't magic so I dunno..."

"Sometimes things that look like magic aren't," she nods.

"Seem pretty magic to me. Flying and exploding things and stuff..."

"We have machines for that, where I'm from; you don't?"

"Nope. What's this place for anyway?"

"It's a magic restaurant, and part of the magic is that it lets people in from different worlds, where things can be very different. That's probably why my world has different magic and machines from yours."

"I didn't think there were other worlds. Except maybe Heaven. People talk about Heaven a lot."

"Well, that's what the bar says - she's a person, you can ask her about it if you want."

She is a little dubious at the idea but pops up onto one of the chairs. "Hi, bar. Are you like the talking fox?"

I am a bar, not a fox, and I can only write, not speak. Can I interest you in a free drink?

"But you're a magic person that's what I meant. And sure! This place is neat."

Yes, I am a magic person. A beverage appears! It is blue-green and fizzes lightly.

"There's not a lot of magic people where I'm from unless you count witches. Is the drink magic?" Also, is it tasty? Sip, sip.

The drink is not magic.

It's tasty though. "Wooow. Neat drink. Can I fix the door when I leave? Where'd my drink come from? What's it called? Are there really other worlds? Is Heaven real?"

(Marisel grins, without looking up from the datapad she's gone back to. Cute kid.)

The door will return to normal when you leave and it closes behind you. I made the drink out of nothing. It is called konpei soda. There are really other worlds, some of which the inhabitants or visitors call Heaven or something which translates thereas.

"So maybe it is real. You don't know which heaven I mean I guess? But maybe... And it's good the door will go away. Magic door in the middle of the city would scare people."

...She drinks more fizzy soda, less animated now.

"They won't even notice the door," she reassures. "Time works differently here. You can stay as long as you want and it'll be just the same time there when you leave again."

"Neat. I can stay here a while and go flying more today when I leave. Oh. My name is Grenadine. It's nice to meet you, ma'am, and you toooo... Bar? Is that the right way to greet you? Mr. Fox didn't care so I just called him Mr. Fox. But you're not him."

Bar is correct, thank you. And I am a she.

"Nice to meet you Bar! I think my friends would like the kon-pay soda. It's so sweet! Can I buy some and give it to them? I have a flying things job so I have money!" She says this last bit proudly.