"Can we do that, like–now?"

She glances at her lizard.

"...while I'm doing this?"

She laughs.

"Come sit down, sweethearts. I'll see what I can do."

She turns back towards the wall of bottles behind her and contemplates her options.

He nuzzles Z and agreeably brings his snuggles in that direction.

Bar stool snuggles. She approves.

Honey pours ice into a shaker.

Let's see...

Mezcal has the right character for this kind of change. Then tequila, a little lime – and chili tincture, because Z is that kind of girl, isn't she?

A golden drop hangs from her fingertip above the shaker, and then falls to sink into the alcohol.

She shakes the whole mixture up and strains it out into a glass, then sets it on the bar in front of the two of them.

"...this is a regeneration cocktail."

"Mhmm."

"You're cute," says the lizard man, hugging her and smooshing his face on her shoulder.