[ Kahlil can feel himself relax again when Viktor accepts the bag of treats without any more pushback, even looking a bit pleased with himself as he keeps his focus on the bicycle. He taps the bell up there on the handlebars, giving another amused huff. ]
Okay.
[ Which makes him realize now that there was no reason to bring the bicycle inside first and order drinks, but he doesn't seem overly troubled by that hiccup.
He'll grab the blueprints again, slinging them in their tube over his shoulder, and then take the untouched pitcher of beer and cup of tea back to the bar. We'll be coming back. Probably, he says, to which the bartender looks at him like he's grown another head. But Kahlil has the confidence of someone who spent a chunk of his life tripping over alien customs, this hardly bothers him. He's also particularly emboldened right now.
He drops a few more coins down on the bar and turns to help Viktor with the doors. ]
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Okay.
[ Which makes him realize now that there was no reason to bring the bicycle inside first and order drinks, but he doesn't seem overly troubled by that hiccup.
He'll grab the blueprints again, slinging them in their tube over his shoulder, and then take the untouched pitcher of beer and cup of tea back to the bar. We'll be coming back. Probably, he says, to which the bartender looks at him like he's grown another head. But Kahlil has the confidence of someone who spent a chunk of his life tripping over alien customs, this hardly bothers him. He's also particularly emboldened right now.
He drops a few more coins down on the bar and turns to help Viktor with the doors. ]