[ There's a purr as she scritches under Mithra's chin, before the wyver unwinds and moves back up her arm, moving to settle about her neck like a fluffy scarf.

Clearly, when Alisaie is well again, she'll have to visit the cafe so Ysayle can introduce them! ]

Well enough, I suppose. I've found that one gets a good feel for a city's citizens from how they treat those that provide a service.

Fortunately, in addition to silver, my employer does allow any left over foodstuffs from the cafe to be taken home as meals. [She's certainly not going to say no to that!] Have you any need for food, or are you well situated for the moment?