"It's true, he's like a bottomless pit for sweets," Ibani replies. "Doesn't care for tea much at all, but he puts up with my little habits."

Ibani pushes a chair behind the chef with one foot. "You might as well sit down or you'll never get any peace, he's stubborn when he's made up his mind on something."

She leans back in her chair and smirks. "How he caught me, as a matter of fact. Don't think you're quite old enough to hear that story though." .

Hopefully, there are enough distractions that no one will notice what she's REALLY doing as she pours herself another cup of tea. The tea in the pot and the other cup will be poison free shortly, albeit rather hotter than they should be thanks to various chemical reactions going on.

Ibani is terribly aware of everything in the Bar, especially the Weequay with her hand on her blaster. It would not be in the best interest of her health to draw that blaster, not when Ibani has people to protect.

The chef sits, his body language stiff and uncomfortable. "You weren't this friendly last time you were here," he says at last, his gaze challenging.

Ibani gives the chef a WTF expression. She's never been here before in her entire life!