[This is going incredibly well. Look at him, having nice day trips with friends like a normal person! Who'd have thought.
The restaurant in question is tiny, not quite a hole in the wall but maybe only one or two steps above. There's only room for a bar and a single line of tables. It's cozy. Charming. And apparently Ford has been here enough times to be a regular, because when he walks in the woman behind the counter and the Braixen beside her both wave in greeting. This, too, is something novel for him and part of why he likes this place so much.]
Hello, Marsha. Foxfire. [He glances sideways at Shiro.] Bar or table?
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The restaurant in question is tiny, not quite a hole in the wall but maybe only one or two steps above. There's only room for a bar and a single line of tables. It's cozy. Charming. And apparently Ford has been here enough times to be a regular, because when he walks in the woman behind the counter and the Braixen beside her both wave in greeting. This, too, is something novel for him and part of why he likes this place so much.]
Hello, Marsha. Foxfire. [He glances sideways at Shiro.] Bar or table?
[Bar is closer to alcohol, which is ideal.]