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Snow and the cold were things that agreed with Anya, but... not so much with the tall child that followed behind her.

"Anyaaaaaaaaaa," whined the dark-haired girl as she shoved open the food-place's door and was blasted with chilly air right off the get-go. She had JUST regained the feeling in her hands and tail and now it was back to the cold. "Why can't we eat inside? There's SNOW out here!"

"Keres, stop whining. You're warm enough." Anya looked over her shoulder at the sphinx-child and wrinkled her nose and made a gagging look, "besides, it smells like a god damned bathroom in there."

Keres tucked her golden wings closer to her back and shrugged her shoulders under her partially deconstructed coat. She made a growl deep in her throat, but continued to follow the rabbit-eared, one-eyed woman to an outside bench. She noted the two other people nearby, and couldn't help but somewhat stare at the gray-skinned dude for a second.

Eventually they both sat down and divvied up their food. Keres had three burgers next to her as she somehow situated her body in a lying position on a bench. Anya fixed her own burger on her lap as she took a beer from her sweatshirt's pocket and stuck it in the snow at her feet. Keres watched her, and then rolled her eyes.

"Everywhere we go..." sighed the child. "Someone's going to think you're some sort of alcoholic."

"Ya ya."

Keres paused mid-bite into her burger and looked around Anya's back. She glanced at the man, but her eyes focused more on the chubby child in his lap. Why did she always run into babies and never kids her age? UGGGHHHH.

A tall, furred ear twitched before Anya glanced over. She then looked down at her beer. ...Oohhh... she wanted it too....

"No, I'm afraid I don't," she said as she turned to face him fully. "Though I'll flip a coin for it."

Anya twitched an ear again, but didn't pay any more attention to the tippage of the beer... though it did land on her foot. Oh well.

"You're lucky," she commented,"I don't use credit." She pulled a quarter out of her pant's pocket and placed it on her thumb and finger. "Heads or tails."

Keres ignored the adults' game for beer and she took another bite of her burger. She continued to look at the baby, unconsciously wrinkling and wiggling her nose as a flake of snow landed on it.

"Whut's your kid's name?" she asked suddenly, aloud. So what it the man was busy doing something else. He could spare a one second answer.

Keres and Anya both nodded their heads at the same time, though obviously for different reasons.

"Alright, tails," she said, then flipped the coin up into the air, caught it, and slapped it over onto the back of her hand. As she peeked at it, she didn't even say what it was, she just pocketed the coin and tossed the beer gently to the man. "Win some, lose some."

"Hey Anya, maybe there is hope for your alcoholism," Keres added smartly for a second and then went back to looking at the kid. She was shoved in the shoulder in a playful manner a second later, then some-what smacked upside the head.

"I'm not a alcoholic, brat."

"Aww, look Keres, the kid's just as demanding as you were!" commented Anya in a sarcastic, playful way... though still utterly serious at the same time.

"Shut up, Anya!"

"Actually, you didn't even talk. You just screamed and bit and broke things. My bad."

Keres smacked her guardian hard on the shoulder and moved off the bench, a new burger in her hand to replace the eaten one. She glared at the one-eyed woman and then moved closer to the baby.

"He a Patch Kid?" she asked the Beerman.

Keres crinkled her face and snorted. "Then what the hell is he?" she asked, her blunt and lightly crude question ignored by Anya as she popped off a cap from a beer bottle she had put in Keres's canvas bag... purse thing.

Ha, she had had an extra.

With a quirked brow, Keres crossed her arms and stared at the man with an almost critical eye ... and tone to match.

"Voodoo skull baby?"