The diclonius nodded at Bruce as he spoke to them; Pullo would probably need a bit to become sensible. In any case, she'd never minded the bizarreness that was Bruce's slightly horrifying grins; her own were hardly much better.

Missile tried not to grin as as her boyfriend mumbled what he wanted, tilting her head as they sat at the bar. "Cantaloupes, got it. And... some beer." She lifted a hand, playing with some of his messy hair. She shook her head for a moment; maybe they needed to find somewhere to relax that wasn't noisy - or annoying, she thought irritably, glancing back at the table that wouldn't be quiet. Maybe there was a bathhouse, somewhere? Wait, didn't the inn have a washing room? She thought about it for a minute, letting Bruce get some work done before Pullo spoke again.

"...?" She wasn't sure she'd ever heard him say [i]please[/i] before and she frowned a bit, but nodded, looking up at Bruce. "We're ready! Can he get the hangover special with extra cantaloupe and a decent serving of beer?" She scooted her stool over a bit and wrapped her arm around her half-elf (that was still a weird phrase in her head, "her half-elf,"), rubbing his shoulders. "How much did you [i]drink[/i] this morning?"