"Oh, you'll need the bar rules, won't you? Right." The rat scurries back with a mug full of cocoa, which Ace takes and offers to Cassandra. "No business in the bar, no naked in the bar, no violence in the bar, don't ask Snow White about the dwarves, anything that dresses solely in black can probably take you out, don't startle the white cat, and don't make Death work here, she won't appreciate it." She pauses. "She's awfully nice, you know. Much more than they want you to believe."