Sami laughed, catching the shirt and tucking it into the back of her apron, figuring he'd probably want it back at some point, "Well then you'd better get on that, duckie." She said, pinching his butt as she slid past, headed for the kitchen to pick up another order.
Henn, being Henn, fingerwhistled from behind the bar before putting on her 'omgee tewtally innocent' face again.
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