Sure she could owl him herself and kick his arse when he returned. Clearly, Cornfoot neglected to mention to people he was leaving for an extended stay. "As long as he comes back to work after you kick his arse, I'm okay with it."
He placed an order for the kitchen and walked back to Lisa. "Want anything to eat? Or are you just in a drinking mood?" he asked, then he laughed. "And you're stuck with me, the not-your-regular bartender. I'm afraid I don't have the same sort of tricks as Cornfoot, but I can at least figure out what you like to drink."