Taking a seat at the other side of the bar, Arasinya would find herself approached by the former waitress, who mewled happily while rubbing against her leg in the hopes that she would get pets and scratches and food and all the other things that cats liked to get.<br/><br/>At the same time the barkeep shot Arasinya a skeptical look, an eyebrow rising at her demands. Yet after a moment he got to work, doing what she had requested.<strong>"Coming right up."</strong>Of course she hadn't actually said what she wanted, so if she didn't like the result then she only had herself to blame. That would be made clear enough as he put down a modest sandwich in front of her, as well as a light soda to go with it. Not exactly the most noble of fare, though it would at least be filling.<br/><br/>Having finished that, he moved to another portion of the bar to handle another waiting customer and leaving her to eat in peace.