Roger slips up to the bar as well. "A hot chocolate, please. I shouldn't really be drinking. Also, is the grill open? I have a craving for pancakes!" He grins a child-like grin as the bartender moves away to get the drinks.<br/><br/>"What?" he says to his companion's unsaid questions. "Life's a lot more fun when you are crazy and don't care what others think about you." He finally does take off his arm socks, revealing a faint network of scars... not all of them self-inflicted, and NONE on the inside of his wrist.