The moment all the people came into the pub, Mitchell had given up on serving everyone. He had put a few tables together. Just after he had finished stocking the fridge with more beer, he saw a familiar face coming in. One he hadn't seen for quite a while and one he had missed a lot on occasions. He dragged a chair next to Buffy's and slumped down on it. "I'm hurt that it takes Steve to get you into my pub," he said with a friendly smile and amusement in his eyes.