(no subject)
There is a small girl sitting at the bar; she appears to be having an argument with it by the number of napkins stacked in front of her. Given she's only wearing what might be permissible as clothing in some subtropical region--and the bar's outdoors are certainly not that--it's easy to guess what the argument might be about.
Still, Kida keeps glancing at the back door, and back to the bar.
"But I don't know what a sweater even is..."
She looks dismayed.
Still, Kida keeps glancing at the back door, and back to the bar.
"But I don't know what a sweater even is..."
She looks dismayed.