At your table, Pobble drains the last from his cup and nods, "Why of course Miss." he says, pushing back his chair before stopping and tilting his head, "Do what though? You say that as if I made a suggestion?" Phineas comes in to the bar, folding an umbrella up under his arm and adjusting the muffler he has around his topcoat. It is chilly outside, and it threatens rain.