"This," he lays his hand lightly on the surface of the bar, "is Bar. She's sentient--she can hear what people say, and see, I'm not entirely sure how, and react to things that happen. She can provide you with just about anything and she'll let you run quite a tab, as you can see," he adds, gesturing to his own name on the tab board.

"I recommend the fried paradoxes if you want a snack. Everybody's tastes different, or so I've heard. Mine taste like apple pie and whipped cream."