"...hm. Yes. I mean... well, you... you're also presumably a gibberish-knowing mind, right? Some species of alien or alternate human from one of those infinite universes probably has a word that sounds like- um, what was it, a znorfblarg or whatever I said. They're just not here. So... does it... does it pull all the languages from the world a customer comes from, or... did you learn Russian when you materialized that dictionary?"
Mumble grumble flawed experimental design grumble hrumble.
The elf is peering at his napkins curiously.
"Do you- I mean, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you don't have any idea why a magic pub would be interested in having you here."
"I have no idea," agrees the elf. She flips through the napkins, then pulls out a notebook and starts taking notes. "But I do not object to the opportunity to explore it."
Max makes a weary noise and slumps back in his chair.
(And subsequently realizes it's a barstool, and struggles to regain his balance.)
"It seems a kindness. Perhaps not a kindness of perfect efficiency, but few are. There need not be much agenda involved."
"I'm okay! I'm fine." He climbs back onto the stool, giggling softly.
"So, yes. A kindness, heh. If there's someone powerful enough to cross between universes, build consciousnesses, universally translate, and create anything they like on the spot... whatever this is, it's intentional. There has to be a reason for this beyond... some kind of benevolent whim. Nobody goes to the trouble of getting that kind of power just to do something like this."
"Not all power is intentionally sought. You seem to be willing to take the bar's word for it that her own considerable ability is something she began with."
"I'm not taking her word for anything. I just don't have enough information to figure out what she's more than likely lying to cover up. All I've got to go by is what these napkins say, and these napkins say she's got shadowy superiors who don't tell her anything. Not like I have leverage to make her stop feigning ignorance if she is."
"If you believe this establishment is so so sinister, you could, you have mentioned, leave rather than risk participating in its agenda."
"Oh, I guarantee participating in its sinister agenda would be more interesting than anything I could have planned for the afternoon. I just want it to happen already instead of keeping me in suspense! Driving me crazy, waiting around... well, waiting around reading an extremely interesting physics textbook, but... waiting."
He sighs and turns to the bar.
"Where's that room I bought? Think I'd like to take a look around."
Max takes the key and walks over to the stairs. He's not totally sure he's interpreting the directions right, but he finds his way to the fifth floor and follows the room numbers to 559. He opens the door and surveys the room.
Wait why is the view very nice, what happened to the exploding stars, what in the hell-
Max runs over and opens the window- and too late wonders whether the scenery might be an illusion and whether opening the window would suck him into the vacuum of space- but by all appearances, outside the window seems to lie a pristine wilderness with a perfectly ordinary sky. He waves his hand around outside a bit before turning and dashing back downstairs.
"What's that- up there, out the window?!" he shouts, the moment he steps foot on the first floor. "There's a lake! What happened to the stars?!"
"No, I don't want to- where is this? I assumed- I didn't think about the stars, I didn't- I thought they were decorative, what- how can the sky be different in the back, what's- is there some sort of dome, a- what's all that doing there?!"
That's a remarkably good point, actually.
"You... but, that is a noticeably atypical outside, I'm sure you... or... most universes, they do have continuous..."
How do you ask a sentient location about... their familiarity with...
"Just... what do you know about the outside, besides that half of it is stars and half of it is... whatever you said, lake and forest and so on?"