[It hasn’t been all that long since Lilias visited a bar, and yet after the week she’s had, it feels like it’s been an entire lifetime. Despite the alien nature of the city, Trouble Peach’s dim interior is comfortingly recognizable as the modest little drinking establishment it is. Lilias follows Tezcatlipoca inside with an intent, assessing look around that gradually warms with satisfaction.

Yes—as long as the liquor is halfway palatable, this will do just fine.]

Hello, [she tells the bartender, apparently not abashed at all to be bringing a huge bird into a bar. She’s used to low-end places having pretty relaxed standards about that sort of thing.] This gentleman had some quite flattering things to say about your establishment, so I just had to come.

[He also definitely implied the drinks wouldn’t be very good, but that is what it is. Lilias glances up at her companion.]

You know, I never asked your name.

[Too impatient to grab a drink, apparently.]