The man had already gone off to make the milkshake. Zerras shook his head, looking around with a deep frown. "No, Juniper. We didn't come here for milkshakes.."
She peered up at him, a smile adjacent to a smirk on her lips. "I did. Please sit down, okay? You can have some of the milkshake."
He didn't say anything, only looking around. He kept close to her. Eventually the bartender came back and he set down a milkshake with a light thud. "What are you payin' in?"
"Kroele, if that's alright," she said, giving him a bright smile before opening her bag. "How much do I owe you?"
She gave him the kroele, tilting her head. "Business is good here," she commented, looking around. "Is it always this busy?"
He frowned, taking the kroele. He looked back up at her suspiciously. "..Yes. You aren't from around here?"
She laughed a little, taking a straw and offering it to Zerras. "No, I'm a little ways from home," she admitted. She flashed him a sheepish smile, looking around conspiratorily. "Is it that obvious?"
Her whole face fell and she looked truly heartbroken, resting her head on her hand. “Be honest,” she said, her gaze flickering up to him. “Is it the pink cloak? Or the milkshake?”
He frowned. "It's both," he said flatly, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to speak but was called by someone else, and went to serve them.
He shook his head with a small frown. "It's your milkshake. We need to find out what's so special about this place."
“Maybe it’s the good service,” she mused. “He did just make me a milkshake. And they accept any kind of currency here.”
“I’ll ask my new friend,” she said excitedly, tilting her head. “Please drink some of the milkshake. You didn’t have breakfast.”
