[Mumbled.]

Ohhhhkay. Went belly-up on that'n. Damn.

[He blushes a little and runs his hand over the back of his head as he ducks into the restaurant one shoulder at a time and strides up to sit next to Rose at the bar. He has to sit two stools over, though, because otherwise he'd crowd her out of her own seat.]

They oughta jus' put normal stools at these things 'stead a these ones stuck t' the floor. Humans don't design shit thinkin' there might be people made differnt gonna use it. Though... guess it makes sense 'round here. Sheheheh!

[When the barista approaches, nervous but not as surprised as one might think, Namur asks for some fresh-made sushi, as well as anything to drink that they might have in a glass bottle, then nudges Rose's shoulder to let her know she can ask for whatever she wants. After their orders have been given, he spins on the top of the stool just for the hell of it, then leans backwards on the bar, his dorsal fin coming dangerously close to upsetting some glasses set up on the other side.]

See any fish at the giant tank y' thought was interestin'?