Amy and Lily practically cartwheel into the tavern, giggling.<br/><br/>As Burning Tiger adepts, it is certainly within the twins' purview to dry themselves off with a relatively minor application of their fiery chi.  The fact that they don't bother to do so might be telling, as the rain leaves their clothes rather...clingy.  Of course, they're undoubtedly not alone in being pleasantly drenched.<br/><br/>"Hell-o!" they sing in tandem, plopping into adjacent seats at the bar.  Amy and Lily grin like loons at the bartender, before clearing their throats.<br/><br/>"What's -"<br/>"- on the menu tonight?"