While he goes and changes - a process she doesn't question - she moves as much of the wood as she can into the bar. Her fingerprints around dusty cabinets betray her earlier frenzied, futile search for liquor. Even though she knows there's none there, while she waits for him she checks the drawers again.

Nothing but shriveled limes.

"It's plenty warm in the summer. There's a sun in Philadelphia. Wherever your people are from, you don't have a monopoly on that." She wrinkles her nose at his sneeze. "Don't get snot all over my bar, you dwarf."

He looks even smaller in contrast to the earlier gorilla. It's almost as pitiful as it is funny.

"Don't acquire one. Pets just lead to dead cats in the wall, you know?" She gestures to the door to the basement. "Furnace is down there. I went down once and then figured it was haunted and scooted my ass on out."