[Six nods to Ladiva as they pass, and once Nehan is sufficiently comfortable, he goes to the counter to order their drinks. He comes back with a small tray, upon which sit two glasses of water, a slightly taller glass of beer, and a glass containing a bright blue drink, complete (with Ladiva's insistence) with a cutely-shaped straw.

There's also a smaller glass of something vibrantly red ("liquid courage," Ladiva called it, "since you seem a little more on edge than usual") and a small bowl of assorted nuts and small rice crackers.]

...Ah.

[A thought occurs to Six as he sits down, and he takes a quick look over at the rest of the establishment. Finally, he sees what he's been looking for—a petite girl with a bow in her hair.]

That one—she's a primal beast. If you order something else and she happens to be the one who helps you with it, speak to her like an adult.

[Nehan's been on an island full of kids the whole time, and Phoebe certainly looks the part, so it seems like a reasonable warning to offer.]

...Shall we toast to your improving health?

[Such as it is, anyway. It's a pretty mild improvement all things considered, but it's an improvement nonetheless.]