"Mmhm! Just about everyone here's from a different one!"

He snags a cookie of his own, nibbling at it as he chats with the womam. (In the process, he sidles over towards the border of the booth nearest the door, leaning against it like a makeshift seat.)

"I know it sounds kind of crazy, but that's just how it works! Mm, and you can ask the Bar up at the front for just about anything, and it'll give it to you - it just sort of pops up."

He's never had cause to ask for any of the things that Ms. Bar won't dole out, so he doesn't actually know that she won't.