Baby's First (Co-)Bartending.

[realmrsreynolds]

"...I ain't sure that I know what I'm doin' here, Bar

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[old_seadog]

"Meat," says the sea monster woman wearing a Disney Princess t-shirt.

It doesn't look like her style, exactly.

[hunterswidow]

"Meat," Ellen echoes, with a small scoff.

"You want that cooked to order, or what?"

[old_seadog]

Her stare is a little blank.

"...Meat."

[hunterswidow]

So not helpful at all, really.

Ellen stares back.

"You don't have any preference."

[old_seadog]

Pretty much.

"Dead?" Scylla tries.

The level of service in this place, really.

[mycursedface]

(please excuse the baby sister doubled over with giggles down the bar)

[old_seadog]

(There is no excuse for her. :|)

[hunterswidow]

At this rate, it'll take even longer for Ellen to wrangle out a drink order.

Fortunately, Bar intervenes, and a plate of something meat-resembling pops up between them.

"Guess that'll be to your likin'."

[old_seadog]

She eyes it doubtfully.

And picks it up - hands, thanks, forks are for polite social beings wussies - and tears into it.

It's not a pretty sight.

[hunterswidow]

Ellen doesn't wrinkle her nose or show any outward sign of disgust.

There might be, however, a small facial twitch.

"Somethin' to wash that down?"

[old_seadog]

"Water."

Her tastes are l33t.

[hunterswidow]

Easy enough.

Moments later, there's a tall glass of one resting just shy of the messied plate.

[old_seadog]

She would say thank you if... she thanked people, ever.

So Ellen just gets more nom om oms.

[hunterswidow]

At this point, a thanks might seem a little out-of-the-ordinary when eating habits are taken into consideration.

Ellen just goes back to polishing glasses and keeps a wary eye out.