Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

"Tino, the island has been back to normal for three days," Fjord said, sounding fairly resigned a good two hours into his shift at the bar tonight. "If you don't want to serve patrons tonight, just say so and I'll take point. You don't have to keep walking into the wall."

Tino looked at him, and then clucked like a chicken.

Fjord threw a wet rag at him.

[OOC: And that's that for my Friday spam! Open!]

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[special_rabbit]

Amaya wasn't necessarily planning on making a habit out of this sort of thing, but it had been a pretty busy day for her, and the company last week had been pretty nice, and she couldn't just let her apprentice get too bored over here, could she? Besides, she really didn't have much else going on, except perhaps cataloging her weapons again to double-check that none of them had gone missing between the heist and now.

"'Evening, Fjord," she nodded her greeting, "how's the night treating ya?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"So far, so good," Fjord said.

Tino interrupted with a cluck.

"Mostly," Fjord amended, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "How are you doing?"

[special_rabbit]

That cluck was going to earn Tino a little bit of a suspicious look. 'Round her neck of the woods, a grown man clucking behind a bar was never a good sign, but 'round here? Who even knew?

Amaya decided it would be best to just try and ignore it, really.

"Pretty good, actually!" she said. "Very productive day." Which was, obviously, the best kind of day. Got some stuff moved out of the shop that I've been meaning to get moving, so you know what that means..."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Sounds like that means there's more room to put new stock," Fjord mused, grinning a little. "What can I get for you tonight, Amaya? Ale again this week?"

[special_rabbit]

"That's exactly right," said Amaya proudly, matching his grin and not at all surprised. She figured Fjord would be able to pick up on that one, at least. There were reasons they worked so well together. "And, sure, ale sounds just about right. Hasn't steered me wrong so far. Although that does remind me of something I was going to ask you about, came to my attention last Saturday. You guys don't really serve any food here, do you?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"We, ah, can serve food," Fjord replied. "But that guy's the one who'd be preparing it."

Why yes, he was in fact jerking a thumb toward Tino, who looked at them carefully for a moment before deliberately turning to go walk into the wall again.

"... There are restaurants that deliver here, though, apparently."

[special_rabbit]

"Hrmmmm," said Amaya, with a doubtful look in the direction of that thumb. That would...definitely be a detriment, yes. She didn't exactly know how she'd feel about food served up to her by a man whose mother, father, and face she'd rather enthusiastically insulted who had also clucked, which didn't usually bode well for anyone, no matter which way you sliced it.

"Well, you see," she explained, "Magnus and I got to talking on our...ugh," pardon the sneer, but it was entirely necessary, "date, that what this place is really lacking is some good meat-on-a-stick. We thought about starting a petition, but we didn't take the possibility of food delivery into account. That might be a bit of a game-changer."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Probably plenty of places in town do meat on sticks," Fjord chuckled. "I'm not entirely certain I'd trust Tino in the kitchen in the first place."

Meat on sticks or no.

[special_rabbit]

"Atton couldn't even trust him to get him drink the other night," Amaya pointed out, "and that doesn't even involve the kitchen, so...I guess we'll have to see what Magnus has to say about delivery."

She didn't know Magnus well, no, but she could also see it not being much of a problem, no.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Magnus seems like a pretty easygoing kind of guy," Fjord offered, shrugging. "If he's got his heart set on meat on sticks from our very own kitchen, he's welcome to lodge a complaint, but I don't think anybody here is going to take exception to somebody getting food brought here, just so long as the drinks keep coming from the bar."

He took a moment to pull out a mug, and then Amaya's drink was being slid to her in short order.