*he chuckles to himself and scoots over to her seat, looking into her cup with both hands wrapped around the sides of it. He looks intently at the cup, lifting and looking at it from different angles, licking the side and flicking it while holding it to his ear, the grin never leaving his face* mhm, Storm doesn’t like hugs. Good to know, mhm, very good to know. Next time we try a poke, then a sniff, then a handshake. *he nods, chuckling as his wings twitch again, resting the empty mug on his head between his horns and slowly moving his hands away. He smiles at the barkeep, keeping balance* quick sir! Throw a spoon! First to make it in the cup gets a kiss from a lovely maiden! *he grabs a spoon from the bar, carefully seems to be lining up his throw, then launches the spoon over his shoulder clattering to the floor* drat! Bartender! Quick, give me another spoon so the competition is fair! 

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