*The intepid fox, walks into the bar, strolls up to the bartenders serving bar, scans the room noteing all the furrys around him, a hand glides around his hip, fingers softly caressing the sword, with a twinkling eyes looks at the bar wolf maid*
Hello deary *he smiles*
What do you have to eat here? or-or is it just liquid food you have? *he says with a snap of his jaws*