Inside seemed fairly normal. Everything was untouched by the chaos that had ensued beforehand. Everything was normal, for the most part. Well, up until one would look at who stood behind the counter. Behind the counter stood a...person. Only this person had tiny, black scales covering their whole body. Fittingly, he also had a longer neck, as well as the head of what looked like a snake. He was dressed in a white buttondown shirt, khakis, and a green apron. His attention focused on scribbling something on a small sketchbook. Whatever he was drawing was obscured by angle. On the apron was the cafe's logo, as well as a nametag that read "Hello, my name is DAVE".

"Dave, huh." [i]Caz nodded, a bemused expression on his face. He turned to Cora;[/i] "Does, ah, Dave, have a skin disease or something?" "Shut up, Caz," [i]Cora whispered back.[/i] "It's a different planet." "Yeah but his name is [i]Dave[/i]–" "I said [i]shut up[/i]–" "St–" [i]Cora suddenly spun and slammed a fist into Caz's face, and he stumbled back. She turned back to DAVE, smiling.[/i] "Hello, DAVE, my name is Cora, and this [i]thing[/i]–" [i]Cora threw a disgusted look at Caz.[/i] "Is Casper."

Dave looked up from his drawing, his blueish green eyes flicking back and forth between the two. "You two are cussstomersss, right?" he asked, flipping to a blank page in the little notebook, looking ready to write down their orders.

"No, actually, we–" [i]Caz began, running his face, before Cora elbowed him in the ribs, hissing 'roll with it'.[/i] "Yeah, two coffees, please," [i]Cora said, picking a table to sit down at.[/i]