As fate would have it, it was not Zander’s turn to keep the bridge nor serve at the bar that night. These were the nights he disliked the most. What else was he to do? Too much time to do nothing. And all his life he’d spent serving a purpose only now he had to do so whilst adjusting to a community.
Pizza was a delicious food that he could eat copious amounts of without having to spend a lot of money. Other monsters wouldn’t stare at portioning either. Most had an appetite of their own.
With his own pie of cheese and mushrooms, Zander found himself in a predicament. He didn’t want to be bothered or sit with anyone but the tables were full. He did happen to spot a familiar face that wouldn’t haggle him for sharing the table, so he set his mug of beer down and his pie, motioning to the chair opposite Nerissa with a grumble, “Mind if I sit here?” It wasn’t a question so much as a false courtesy, because he sat anyways and began to tear into his pizza.
At least he knew she wouldn’t give him too much trouble as per her visits to the bar. Hopefully, anyways. He could just go eat on a roof if it didn’t work out but he was hungry now...