"Well, don't feel that you need to justify yourself to me. 'It's my fault and I would like to fix it' was enough."

"Okay."

Oh look. The orange juice of woe is all gone.

"Is it too soon to ask again about the maple mead?" he inquires of Bar.

He can have a milkshake with a maraschino cherry and whipped cream and a crazy straw.

"Did she cut you off?"

"In a manner of speaking."

He tries the milkshake. It's obnoxiously delicious. He sighs.

"I have been here for a week now ordering nothing but alcohol and she keeps insisting on feeding me."

"Well, that's... nice, I suppose. Would I be doing something very irresponsible if I offered you the mead she's withholding."

"Only moderately irresponsible."

"D'you want to override her, then?"

He sighs.

"If I wanted a drink that badly I could just step outside."

"Fair enough."

"But thank you for the offer."

This is a really unfairly good milkshake.

You can't tell because she doesn't have a face but Bar is very smug about that.

Oh, he can tell.

"You're welcome."

He accepts a drink recommendation, sips it, looks pleasantly surprised.

At that, he actually smiles.

Cam conveys his thanks to Bar aloud rather than in napkin form.

"She's very good at what she does."

"I'm very impressed." Sip.

"I can see that."

"I'm Cam, by the way, don't think I said."

"Aral."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I suppose."

"How come you've been here for a week, are you waiting for extradimensional magic solutions too?"