[the bartender, long-suffering as he is, puts down the glass and reaches under the bar for what could charitably be called a broom handle, but is probably functionally closer to a baseball bat. "i'll be right back," he says cordially, giving a slight bow of his head before walking off.]

[levi lowers their glass of sake and takes this chance to talk privately with mona, or as privately as it gets. they still have their affected voice, but their sentences are coming out a lot more naturally now.]

I don't think he has anything here, but I think he sees enough people on it coming in and out that we can still press him for some more. What's your read?