Ezra huffs at the remark about him getting into trouble. "That wasn't my fault!" he protests. Sheesh, it's like Garth'zel thinks he's a trouble magnet.
With a glance just to see which table Garth'zel is headed for, Ezra takes off to go find the bartender. He's easy to find, of course, as bartenders usually are. The Ithorian turns an eye on him (just one eye, because he can do that) when Ezra climbs into one of the stools at the counter, though once he recognizes the boy, he soon gives him his full attention.
"Young Bridger," he greets through the translator at his mouth. "What brings you here today?" His head swoops sternly, body language firm. "I've no scraps for you today unless you've got something in return. I can only be so generous with a business to run."
Ezra refuses to duck his head, even with that mild scolding. He has begged from Jho a lot recently. But that's not what he's here for today. Jho shouldn't assume like that! "That's not what I'm here for," he says, then amends- "I mean it is, but it's not. I got a customer for you." And just in case that emphasis wasn't enough, "He's gonna pay."
"A customer, eh?" Jho's mood visibly lightens, though his voice also tinges with amusement. "That's new. Should I ask what you're getting up to here?"
"He's hiring me," Ezra says, puffing his little chest up with pride, even if that still feels so surreal. "I'm gonna give him a tour. But we gotta eat first, okay? An'- an' I told him about your pie, but I didn't bring you a rat. Can you still make it?"
Eye rolls from Ithorians are kind of funny things, but Ezra's mostly used to them from Jho. "You are not my only supplier of rats, child. If your customer has the money, I can bring some pie out."
"He does!" Ezra promises, then hops down from the bar. "Don't worry, you'll see!" With that settled, he scampers back to the table where Garth'zel sat down.
"Jho says he's got Loth-rat pie, if you want it." Look, it's the only part of the conversation Garth'zel needs to know.
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With a glance just to see which table Garth'zel is headed for, Ezra takes off to go find the bartender. He's easy to find, of course, as bartenders usually are. The Ithorian turns an eye on him (just one eye, because he can do that) when Ezra climbs into one of the stools at the counter, though once he recognizes the boy, he soon gives him his full attention.
"Young Bridger," he greets through the translator at his mouth. "What brings you here today?" His head swoops sternly, body language firm. "I've no scraps for you today unless you've got something in return. I can only be so generous with a business to run."
Ezra refuses to duck his head, even with that mild scolding. He has begged from Jho a lot recently. But that's not what he's here for today. Jho shouldn't assume like that! "That's not what I'm here for," he says, then amends- "I mean it is, but it's not. I got a customer for you." And just in case that emphasis wasn't enough, "He's gonna pay."
"A customer, eh?" Jho's mood visibly lightens, though his voice also tinges with amusement. "That's new. Should I ask what you're getting up to here?"
"He's hiring me," Ezra says, puffing his little chest up with pride, even if that still feels so surreal. "I'm gonna give him a tour. But we gotta eat first, okay? An'- an' I told him about your pie, but I didn't bring you a rat. Can you still make it?"
Eye rolls from Ithorians are kind of funny things, but Ezra's mostly used to them from Jho. "You are not my only supplier of rats, child. If your customer has the money, I can bring some pie out."
"He does!" Ezra promises, then hops down from the bar. "Don't worry, you'll see!" With that settled, he scampers back to the table where Garth'zel sat down.
"Jho says he's got Loth-rat pie, if you want it." Look, it's the only part of the conversation Garth'zel needs to know.