"FOOD!" Jor chirruped happily, hissing and uncoiling, looking even larger than usual in his excitement.
Slick gingerly took the coffee, accidentally looming over the tiny creature, muscles, hair and all.
"Thank ya, sah Kow-yala" He replied before adjusting in his seat. Nestled in his fur, anyone would have missed it, being distracted by a simply gigantic faun and notably enormous snake companion to boot, was a strap around his waist with a small satchel attached to it. Upon the weather worn leather was a ruby. Slick rubbed the ruby and it began to glow ever so softly for a few seconds, followed by an audible
clip as it unlocked.
Slick rummaged around in the satchel, which made surprisingly large sounds of clanking and clinking of mysterious objects. Clearly this was a magical satchel, capable of carrying more than just a few items. Finally, Slick pulled out a small bag of platinum. Well, in his hand it looked quite small, but as it gave it to Mana, it was nearly as big as he was!
"Fer troublin yeh an' yer friend dere, did nae mean ta scare so much, " He replied in a deep bass, his voice rumbling and almost with a touch of growl to it.
"Is dat enough...?"
Jor, however, had ceased to acknowledge anyone else existed, and began stuffing his face full of pastries.
"Mmmph...so....good...wotwot..." He would occasionally comment as he savored the delightful flakey bits and licking the crumbs as well. Table manners was not on the serpent's list of things to care about.
Slick had barely begun to savor his coffee when a stranger approached, asking to sit with them. The faun look puzzled for a moment, clearly surprised at the gesture. Very few wanted to sit next to a gargantuan couple such as him and Jor.
"er---uh..." He looked at Jor, who was still greedily stuffing his face, clearly engrossed with the tastes he was beholding.
"Sure...dinnae moind Jor, 'e's uh, eatin. Th' name's Slick, Slick Southpaw."
The giant faun scooted over on the oak bench to make some room for the new guest. He offered a hand to shake.
"Tis noice ta meetcha, rarely do o'ers approach." A crooked grin crossed his scruffy face as he turned slightly to face Xwtek while sipping his coffee. The dark, bitter rich taste seem to put him at ease.
Out of pure habit, he sniffed, inhaling the aroma of the coffee and the stranger's scent.
"Annuder dimension 'opper, eh?" He commented idly. He cocked his head, wild curls falling to the side as black eyes surveyed him with genuine curiosity.