[While he waits for her to fill in the space between that comment, he chooses not to pry. Everybody had a right to tell whatever story they had in their own time. Instead, he focuses on there whereabouts.] Hmm, lessee... it's over there! I think... damn! This place is huge. It's gotta be at least as big as Midgar — that's the big city in my world.
[He clarifies as he scans the area one more time before deciding that his first guess was the right one. Soon enough the bar comes into view — he's relieved to see that it's less like Junon's Upper District's flashy, high class bars and more like Tifa's — well-worn and homey looking. A little like those inns in Kalm.] Here we are. Oh — after you.
[ she makes a low sound of approval upon entry. manuela tends to give off (at least initially) the impression of someone who might favor something classier or upscale. and while she can honestly find herself home just about anywhere if the drink is strong enough, had she her choice she would rather somewhere cozy and homier. glancing around, it was all very perfectly quaint.
and, best yet — unstaffed. ]
You've found us quite the treasure, Barret, thank you.
[ she'll just help herself to ducking behind the counter to peruse the various offerings herself, thank you. sadly, she is no bartender, so she couldn't possibly promise to whip them up something extraordinary — but one could say (quite kindly) that she is something of a connoisseur. ]
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[He clarifies as he scans the area one more time before deciding that his first guess was the right one. Soon enough the bar comes into view — he's relieved to see that it's less like Junon's Upper District's flashy, high class bars and more like Tifa's — well-worn and homey looking. A little like those inns in Kalm.] Here we are. Oh — after you.
[He holds open the door for her.]
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and, best yet — unstaffed. ]
You've found us quite the treasure, Barret, thank you.
[ she'll just help herself to ducking behind the counter to peruse the various offerings herself, thank you. sadly, she is no bartender, so she couldn't possibly promise to whip them up something extraordinary — but one could say (quite kindly) that she is something of a connoisseur. ]
Now, what's your poison?