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Caritas, Friday Evening

Today had been a very eventful day, what with escaping from the comfortable place and finding out that there were no getaway ships in the port, but Fjord wasn't so tired yet that he couldn't explore this newfound free run of the island he seemed to have, which meant, sooner or later, his little feet had brought him into the bar.

Tino had taken one look at him, handed him a bar rag, and directed him to behind the bar, informing him that he was late.

... Fjord had no idea what he was supposed to do back there, but he seemed pretty okay with this new situation once Tino showed him where the juice boxes were hiding.

[OOC: Tiny half-orc is in the bar! Open! Sorry it went up a bit late!]

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Zounds. It was amazing how frustrating one's day could be when all your worked turned into toys, especially since Amaya discovered that even when she tried to forge new steel, that turned into a toy just as soon as she'd gotten it even remotely sharpened. But at least she knew it was Friday, so, at the very least, she could close up the shop and head over to Caritas, tell Fjord all about it, and maybe have a few laughs over some pints.

A plan that was clearly flawed, which she wouldn't discover until she'd actually arrived, gave Tino a confused look at the lack of anyone big and green behind the bar, which then lead Tino to direct Amaya's attention to a bit behind and below the edge of the bar.

"Oh!" The first one, when Amaya peeked over the bar according to Tino's instructions, was one of surprise.

"...ohhhhhh." And the second was realization as she put a few things together in her head, alongside a few memories.

"Well, zards."

At least she wouldn't be awkwardly wandering into shops talking about needed a new flower for some awkward party this time.

Fjord blinked up at her from where he was sitting with his juice box, and then kind of looked down resolutely at his drink, shoulders stiffening as though he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

He didn't know what a 'zards' was, but it didn't sound like it was a particularly thrilled word, after all.

"I was told to be back here," he said, a little defensively, in an accent that was lilting far more 'British' than his usual drawl. "I'm not breaking any rules, I swear."

"Nah," said Amaya with a slight sigh, shaking her head a little, "I know you're not. Don't you worry about it."

She was going to plop down on a stool, though, turning her attention to the bartender who wasn't all small and green and talking all weirdly highfalutin all of a sudden.

"Help a girl out here, huh, Tino?"

A plea that went distinctly unanswered as Tino apparently had to turn away from her to clean that glass.

"Aw, c'mon!"

She did call his mother a gerbil, after all, and now those hens had come to roost.

Would it make you feel any better if the little green kid behind the bar were to put a juice box up there in front of you, Amaya?

Because that was the one drink supply that he could actually reach, here. And if his job was to serve drinks, he was going to darn well serve a drink. Especially if Tino wasn't.

Possibly just to spite Tino. The man was weird.

It....actually did make her feel better, yes.

Not that she'd ever want to admit it, of course, but it was kind of hard not to smile a little at that.

And then she nodded. "Well, now, that's more like it," she said. "Good to know someone around here knows how to do his job."

That... that was a grown-up telling him that he had done something right, wasn't it? Fjord smiled maybe a little shyly at that, and offered a little, "There's apple, too," in case she finished this one and decided she wanted more.

"Apple, too?" said Amaya, sounding impressed. "Well, look at that. I do like apple, too, but let's wait and see how this one goes down first. I should hope you won't have to cut me off after my first one, especially since it's been a rough day, but I guess you'll have to be the judge of that."

Fjord gave a serious little nod. He had no idea what would be a 'cut you off from apple juice' worthy situation, but he was determined to do this job right, so if it came to that, he would absolutely do the best job he possibly could.

"I'll do my best."

Last night’s attempted bar crawl had . . . not gone so well, suffice to say, and Beau was still cranky about it when she came in tonight. Hey, at least she knew she could drink here.

“Fjord, man, we gotta see about that ID bullsh —“ She paused and stared at him. “You shrunk. What happened?”

Fjord blinked up and stared right back. There might have been a little bit of a sulk that he was working his way up to.

"I did not shrink," he protested in an accent that was... maybe not his usual accent, no. "I'm taller than I ever was."

Beau held a hand up over her head in a vague approximation of how much taller than herself Fjord usually was.

"This is what I get for thinking last week was too normal, isn't it?" she grumbled. "Now you're all tiny and --"

Huh. He didn't usually have tusks, did he? She'd have to ask him about that at some point.

"You sound different than I'm used to," she added. "That's, uh. Interesting."

"Different?" And now the kid was confused in all kinds of fun ways. "Different how?"

At least she wasn't asking him about the tusks now.

"When I was talking to you yesterday, you were talking differently," she told him, gesturing vaguely with both hands. "I don't know, probably because you were way bigger then?"

Don't confuse the tiny half-orc child even more, Beauregard.

The tiny half-orc child was frowning and then crossing his arms over his chest obstinately.

"Not every half-orc is the same person," he argued.

Yeah, little buddy. Not every half-orc had jewel-tone skin in multiple hues, either. You were kind of distinctive.

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