<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tcy1ck7.jpg)</div><strong>"No, no, this is just a little extra service, don't mention it."</strong>Bunny responded to Dan's praise, trying to wave it off with both hands.  Despite her words, however, her face was lit up with happiness at how well the crew seemed to be taking to the place.  She pulled her hood back and raised a hand high to wave at someone by the bar, an old man with a priest's collar and a stole with glowing neon symbology embroidered on it raised a glass back to her, his round nose lit up red.<br/><br/>Riding high on the atmosphere of the pub, she didn't resist as Dan's arm found its way around her narrow shoulders.  She looked up at him questioningly for a moment, but apparently finding nothing there she particularly minded, she used her poncho as cover to swing her hips and check him playfully from the side.  She stuck her tongue out at him with a smile when he looked back at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Shepherd's pie and a a blueberry crumble with water, Moira."</strong>Bunny said to the waitress, not having bothered to even open her menu since the group had been seated.  She chuckled a little bit as Dan ordered a burger, a<em>safe</em>pick, but she had to admit that it kinda defeated the point.  Still, she wouldn't hassle him for it, whatever made him happy worked in the moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, yeah."</strong>she admitted, kicking a foot under the table to scuff the flat soles of her suit against the wooden floor,<strong>"My father was a mecha pilot before me,"</strong>she said,<strong>"Early on, he did some work out of C-Town, trying to scrounge up the money to get a proper frame together.  This older guy called 'Slab' picked him up back then, said he liked the cut of his jib, and they'd just lost a Warrior out in the ruins.  Dad worked as a lancemate with those guys for years, 'til Slab retired and the unit split up...but Slab, he had a lot of cash saved up, and only one real passion outside of mech piloting: Alcohol.  So, he openned up a liquor store...the other choice was to be a wino."</strong>she chuckled a little at her own joke, rocking back in her seat.<br/><br/><strong>"He's not much of a vinter himself, but he's got contacts outside of the city, and according to dad his craft brews were pretty popular locally."</strong>she paused a moment, clasping her hands together,<strong>"It's been a few years since he's heard anything from the family, so ... I wanted to make sure he was caught up."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"How about you?"</strong>she turned the question around on him, maybe a little too quickly,<strong>"Is this your first time out in Concrete City?"</strong>