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Torn between introducing herself and continuing across the rafters to the kitchen, Star wasn't sure what she would find, or who was behind this Ryu character. She was intrigued by both, but drawn more to her sister. She flashed a grin to Ryu but continued to slowly creep along the rafters in an effort to have a better vantage point on the kitchen. It was time someone figure out what the hell was in the kitchen messing her her baby sister.

He would nod in return to Star. he then looks back to Angel and says "Perhaps then we should tend to the issue in the kitchen so that the cooks can return to their duties and I might get a meal I came for." He says before simply moving past Angel and heading into the kitchen to see what was going on.

Finally catching sight of what was behind her, Daisy grabbed the closest thing to her, a dishtowel, and smacked him with it. For some reason, she felt like this was a person who was at least trusted. Could it be the smirk on her face or could it be that he knew how to get into the rear entrance to the kitchen? She wasn't sure. Who the hell are you and just what the hell do you think you are trying to do? Scare the s**t out of me?

Realizing that she had hungry beings about to be onto her, she suggested, You know, I could use a little help putting together the club sandwiches and since you want to be in the kitchen, why not be of use.

He'd snicker a little at the assault of the dangerous dishtowel, Taking a couple steps away and finding a suitable place to lean up against. And here he thought with how nervous she seemed to be when she entered, that she'd choose flight rather then fight. Then again had one of his tentacles not knocked over some pots on his way over, maybe she wouldn't have been alerted and chosen fight.
Food for thought.

More or less, He'd watch her with the smirk still on his face, kinda intrigued about her choice still. Even now it was like she didn't seem phased. Hell she wanted him to help make sandwiches. He had originally decided to just raid the pantry and find whatever booze he could get from this place, but that gig was up...for now.
With a shrug, He'd stand up straight again and head back to her. Might aswell do the civil thing and help make food. Besides with his two hands and six tentacles, the process of the club sandwich creation would speed up.
Some might be a little slimy but I've been told it's not a horrible flavor.

Realizing he could have refused to assisted, Daisy took the time to say, Thank you, kind si---- er whatever you are. As she looked at him an amused, yet confused look came over her face.

Star, do you have everything you need there? Is it safe to start on dessert?

Placing the crock pot on the counter, she got it plugged in and inserted the pork roast from the refrigerator. She added one large diced onion and a cup of Sweet Baby Rays BBQ Sauce and then placed the lid on the crock. This needs to cook for 4 hours on high, she said outloud to herself.

Addressing the newcomers and her sisters, Did I hear someone saying they needed a drink? What does your heart desire? She said, now making her way to behind the bar.

Ali, not Ail., Ali shook his head a little after having to make that correction while the sandwiches were finished, He could've let that slide but nah. Doubt she'd want him to call her Dairy instead of Daisy.
And speaking of names, Hers were fine but Star and Angel?
Interesting names. Maybe Angel would flash her tits and spin around on a pole like the other women named Angel he'd met in his life if he pulled out some cash, wasn't like he hadn't overheard some woman and some guy beating around the bush about ******** eachother before they left.

Though it didn't quite look like that kind of establishment frankly with how the bar and room looked, but hey never judge a book by it's cover.
He'd followed Daisy out to the bar when she'd brought the tray of club sandwiches out, mostly cause someone was at the bar which meant he could be serviced.
Give me the cheapest bottle you have...Star is it?

Tempted by the opportunity at hand, but knowing that Angel would prefer her not be a smartass, she grabbed a bottle of mead and sat it on the bar, On the house. Anything for you Daisy?