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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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*Cordelia takes a tentative bite. In the interests of science.*

...They're good. And, yes, precisely unlike onion rings.

Made from metaphysical inspiration? Er ... who makes them?

Gil, our cook, gets shipments of them in the freezer. They just show up; you know how it is around here.

*eyes widening in surprised interest*

I don't, really. Know how it is around here, I mean.

Things just ... show up? In the freezer and back rooms? I'd thought the whole things-appearing-out-of-thin-air was just a flashy piece of front-end presentation.

Well, in the front it is. In the back we never actually see anything appear, it's just, you know. You walk in one morning and there it is.

Bit of an odd place, Milliways.

It must be a Security nightmare. There's no way to keep tabs on what comes in and out of this place?

Well, the Landlord oversees it all, of course, and we find our needs are mostly provided for. There's not really much security necessary in the kitchen -- it's out here that's the problem. *indicates the ceiling, which appears to have been patched in several places, and also has scorch-marks on it.*

The Landlord. I see. I think I see.

*munches a few more paradoxes* These are really quite good.

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