"Thank y'kindly." The Lizard returned the courtesy to the Sprite. But once that was over with, he wasted no time in grabbing the glass given and downing the entire thing in one go; it wasn't exactly unusual for him to drink his fruit juice in such a way. Only problem was, after he drunk it, he felt an almost electrical jolt of energy course through his entire body, making him shiver and widen his eyes. If he had hairs, they'd all be standing on end.

This wasn't a bad thing, however, because to comprehend what he saw next, he'd need to be awake as possible. A boy... girl... thing in a white overcoat typically worn by human religious missionaries burst into the bar and started talking all rainbows and cupcakes. S/he did this all the way up to, and on the other side of, the bar, a little too close for comfort. Rimau looked on with even wider eyes and a blank expression of bewilderment. Then he said to the wo/man:

"Huh... ain't seen you 'round 'ere before, kid." What especially confused him here was that no-one else seemed to react the same way he did. Maybe s/he was a regular, but he wouldn't know, since he only discovered the ostensibly legendary bar less than a week ago. Could just be another sign of its apparent weirdness. 

"...What's yer deal?" He continued, licking the inside of his mouth to get the most out of his juice. "...Y'part o' the Church o' Happy-ology or somethin'? Y'act like that on a day-to-day basis, there's good odds some'un'll turn yer face into a modern art masterpiece, let alone 'convert'!" 

He propelled up and slightly over the bar to add weight to that last part, but he couldn't hide the little grin on his face. He sat back down to let the remark sink in for a bit, before waiting for the best opportunity to start laughing, allowing his little grin to pop open.

"...Baahhh, I'm just messin' with ya! ...B'seriously, though..." He added, changing his expression to a solemn and serious one almost cartoonishly quickly; something that took a bit of practice, it seemed.

"...That cheerful stuff creeps folks out, kid. Makes people think y'tryin' to... do somethin'. Like, y'got an agenda. No-one is 'at 'appy normally 'cept a slimy lil' hatchlin' fresh from the shell. Makes it cute in kind of er... never mind, it's a Zizz thing."

What proved interesting now, though, was the bits of paper s/he was pinning to the wall. He once again tried to stretch his upper body over the bar to get a closer look, his view obscured by the mass of people milling about like... a mass of people.