"That works a little better if you don't yell," Ray says; he's come to the bar to get a glass of his usual green stuff. "Bar can get pretty snitty sometimes if she feels like it. You new here?"
There is a man at the bar, making marks all over several sheets of paper spread out in front of him. He is trying to concentrate and all the yelling isn't helping him do that.
"You mind keeping it down over there?" he calls out, not bothering to look up.
Vendetta turns on her stool. She's small, barely able to reach the bar to poke at her dinner, but now she's facing Toby (in all her green child anger).
"I will not keep it down!" Grr. "You keep it down. You stupiid man."
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"...But I am not -Yelling! I am demanding!" And sure enough, a tray of clams, and a small carton of grape juice, appears on the bar in front of her.
Plopping the spoon back into the bowl, she stares at the tray, puzzled, but only momentarily.
What follows is a very smug expression, for a little girl.
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"Vendetta," she answers sharply, poking at one of her shellfish, suddenly dismayed.
"Not funny! This- is NOT funny!
Seems Bar'd neglected to give her any sort of utensil, or even prepare her clams.
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"You mind keeping it down over there?" he calls out, not bothering to look up.
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"I will not keep it down!" Grr. "You keep it down. You stupiid man."
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Blink.
"You're green."
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Did we mention she's contrary.
"...Yes. Yes, I am green. And you! are still stupid."
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"I -do not care what bar likes!" The green girl exclaims, hands on her hips.
It is, perhaps related, that no clams or grape punch appear.
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