There was something akin to a cough-snicker coming from him as she figured out how to drink, it was amusing enough that some milkshake goes down the wrong way. But by the time she hopped over with a thank you bob he'd composed himself again. He didn't have the hat on to give her a hat tip in return so she got a smile and two finger salute instead.
As he worked on the last milkshake he realized there was one hurdle left. Paying. Well more of the handing over money issue given...no touching things. Well maybe they'd indulge the kid with the hat a little, it still required some work ahead of time on his part though.
So he got to work carefully extracting a 20 from the wallet that floated out of his hat. Okay, it was Frances' wallet he'd picked up before they left her place because he knew they'd need money, but it wasn't like he carried money around at all. He gave the owl an apologetic, sheepish shrug. "They don't accept dubloons..."
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