"Not a problem," Kel said, smiling amiably. She was still nursing the drink she'd ordered for herself when she'd arrived. "It says here in fine print that Keleios knows how to teleport, so it only bothers me if I'm already sick, or overtired."
She was glad to see him making himself comfortable, and it didn't bother her in the least if his etiquette was a little lax. She'd grown up smack-dab in the middle of four brothers, after all. "So how's that novel coming along?"