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[amazonofthe21st]

The last few months in Milliways have been a bit of a mixed bag for Rachel. She's not sure what to think as she walks into the bar late in the day, much less when a napkin appears instead of the Coke she ordered

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[evil_koala_626]

Somewhere around the midpoint of Rachel's watch the sound of claws clicking along at a rapid clip scuttle into the forefront of the ambient bar noise. Shortly thereafter the scuttling sounds are replaced by snuffling sounds (these are important distinctions, okay?) punctuated by the occasional curious growl.

Said noises are emanating somewhere near at hand. In the direction of the ceiling.

[amazonofthe21st]

Well.

That just won't do.

Also?

There are knives behind that bar.

Rachel's hands are most specifically full as she lifts her gaze to the ceiling.

[evil_koala_626]

It was the knife grabbing that caught his attention. It's the identity of grabber that causes them to narrow in suspicion. He   remembers Rachel. The details are a little fuzzy but what Stitch does recall is less than favorable.

Clearly, the intelligent thing to do here is jabber irritably and bare his teeth.

"Gaba ika tasoopa? Grrrr."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel scowls back but it's considerably less dangerous than it was a moment ago. And the knife is put down so she can glare at him, hands on her hips.

"Oh, it's you."

The little bra stealing blue thing.

"You're lacking in stolen underwear today."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch eyes her beadily. the better to mask his momentary confusion before he realizes what she's referring to. Ah heh. Um.

"Not stolen." retorts the alien not looking in the least bit uncomfortable. Really. "Borrowed."

It was returned none the worse for wear! Mostly. His attention momentarily flicks to Lilo's closet door before coming back to rest on his accuser.

[amazonofthe21st]

"Uh-huh."

She saw that shifty gaze there.

"Did she know it was borrowed?"

[evil_koala_626]

The hostility in Stitch's expression is all but trampled in the ensuing rush of mute panic.

"Watchoo doing?" A claw is jabbed helpfully at her. And the Bar. And the Specials board.

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel takes this opportunity to smirk. Smirk a lot.

"Come on down, whatever you are," she invites with a wave of her hand, "get something to drink while Bar's making me be nice."

For a given definition of 'nice.'

[evil_koala_626]

Oh, he'll tell her exactly what she can do with her offers of hospitality! She can give them to Stitch! ...Wait.

This is to say the creature gives her another glare of suspicioun before descending headfirst down the nearest wall and hauling himself up onto Bar's surface.

"Coffee."

Oh. Right.

"Please?"

[amazonofthe21st]

Coffee.

Seriously.

Rachel's eyes stay narrowed, though. And not just because of the sign behind the bar. Stitch is not her first blue alien and she knows from experience that they can be dangerous around food.

"You don't want something sweeter?"

[evil_koala_626]

He blinks.

Is that a rhetorical question?

"Coconut cake?"

Stitch is sadly unacquainted with Cinnabon. He'd ask if he knew!

[amazonofthe21st]

Oh god, then the world would end.

...inside the windows.

"Coconut cake. Yeah, I'll look for that. You sit over here," she points to the other side of the bar and thoroughly lower than ceiling-height, "and I'll get it."

Or something similar and distracting.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch's head follows her finger.

Hmmmmmm.

"Okie daka." And with that the alien patters over to the specified location, sits, and flashes a winning grin.

What? There's cake on the line!

[amazonofthe21st]

Oh wow, that is right up there on expressions not to trust. Rachel narrows her eyes at him but when he doesn't seem likely to attack the coffee machine or nearby patrons, it's probably safe to turn her back on him to investigate the kitchen.

Marginally safe, anyway.

Eventually she is back with a rather tall slice of yellow cake with thick white frosting, dusted with coconut shavings.

This magnificent cake is seated on a flimsy, cheap paper plate.

...look, if he's going to inhale the thing, there's no reason for him to take down the bar's good china with the cake.

[evil_koala_626]

She must be psychic! Or possibly have experience with this sort of thing. But what are the chances of that?

Good call putting him at the end of the bar. It keeps the splash radius of all that frosting relatively contained.

[amazonofthe21st]

Yeah, the napkins she brought were not for him.

Rachel wipes frosting off her arm and helps a few other people before the plate and surrounding kill zone are free of sweets.

"Good?"