A few minutes had passed since Teema had gone off to continue managing her establishment, enabling a mass of smoke and steam to enter the main room when she opened the door to her kitchen.

Dyno took a look at the digital clock on the wall. By his estimate, he had about six minutes before he'd have to go back upstairs to continue broadcasting. Hopefully he'll get some more good calls that would justify shortening his break time, he thought, resting his long-necked head against the wall (his neck being long enough to make it impractical to rest his head against his hand). It was at this point his gaze was pointed to the side, and he noticed a fellow sitting next to him.

A big, rather dirty-looking Besalisk was there. Seemed to fit a lot of the stereotypes, Dyno could tell, going from his choice of attire and big, cheesy grin on his bristly face. Still, at least they were pleasant stereotypes, which is more than can be said for most. The Besalisk looked back at him and asked him about Teema's attitude. Must be new around here, going by that tone.

[color=82ca9d]"Only if you're human."[/color] Dyno told him bluntly, folding his arms and attempting to smile in the presence of the newcomer. [color=82ca9d]"So you should be a-okay."[/color] Dyno said, making an 'okay' gesture with one hand.

It was only after this that he got a closer look at the Besalisk's features. Dyno squinted behind his goggles, taking it all in. He tended to do this when he met someone knew, lest he be accused of being a poor judge of character. Poor judges of character tended to end up either dead or enslaved in a place like this. He'd already done numerous PSAs basically saying that, albeit in a less gloomy way.

[color=82ca9d]"...Holy... sheez, is that fuel streaming down your shirt?"[/color] He uttered, his gaze being drawn upwards by said streams, which seemed to be oozing from around the man's face. He plucked one of his strapless goggles and held it open for a moment, exposing his squint as he examined him some more, like he was some kind of doctor. [color=82ca9d]"And... there's bruises and singes on your face. Have you been in an accident?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Ah, Dyno, Dyno, Dyno; always forgettin' where the radio ends and face-to-face talkin' begins."[/color] Teema suddenly swooped in on her wheeled stool, sarcastically shaking her head. Dyno had to concede she was right there, but his line of thought (and line of sight, to be sure) was distracted by the plate of oversized meat Kabobs she had resting between one hand and her elbow. Being a natural carnivore had that effect on you. She rested said arm on the counter, enabling the plate to slide off and onto Dyno's figurative lap, showing that usual dexterity that restaurant staff tended to have.

[color=6ecff6]"An' I'm guessin' yer new 'ere."[/color] She said, turning to the bruised Besalisk. [color=6ecff6]"'Ow may Teema be o' service? Y'look like y'could do with some Gamorrean sausages. I got too many o' them bloody things back there."[/color] She suggested, pointing one thumb back towards the kitchen.

[color=82ca9d]"What irony..."[/color] Dyno said to her in their customary back-and-forth, though his gaze was still being forced away from his food. It had to be said, if she didn't follow her own advice on social etiquette. Even if it got him distracted. He looked over at the clock again; looked like he'd have to take his food upstairs with him.

"'Ey, uhh... Miss Teema, yous gotta see this 'ere..." A nervous, raspy voice called over from behind the boss. It was one of her employees, a pale Gungan wearing what resembled grimy scrubs.

[color=6ecff6]"Egh. Damnit Yod-Yod, I'm busy!"[/color] She belted out, swivelled about in his face with lightning speed.

"But-" Yod-Yod almost began with a finger raised, only to be cut off. His surprised expression, or lack thereof, seemed to suggest this was not an unusual occurrence.

[color=6ecff6]"For th'love o' Bobbyqueasy or Bobo-croquet whatever the 'ell it is, say no more!"[/color] Teema yelled at him again, before swivelling back around to Dyno and his new best friend. [color=6ecff6]"I'll be right back... I 'ope."[/color]

Thus, she got down off her wheeled stool, exposing her true shortness, and followed her employee down the counter to a recently-cleared table by the door, constantly pointing at the floor as a form of punctuating her words. [color=6ecff6]"This better be real bloody important, Yod-Yod. I still 'aven't forgotten dat incident with th'Anooba [i]dat was on a leash[/i]!"[/color]

As this was going on, Dyno had taken the opportunity to briefly forget about his deadlines and snatch up one of the Kabobs on his plate. His massive, cavernous reptilian jaw assured that he was largely incapable of eating delicately in the same way an average humanoid can. Thus, he instead bit into it and slid one of the meaty chunks off the skewer. 

[color=82ca9d]"She lovesh 'em really..."[/color] He offhandedly explained to the Besalisk next to him as he chewed, [color=82ca9d]"...But nobody likesh being interrupted."[/color]

It was while he was saying this he looked past the Besalisk for a moment, and caught sight of something astonishing enough to make him stop chewing. Off to the other (horizontal) side of the diner from where he was sitting, he saw another Tiss'Shar looking back at him. Female, from the looks of things. It was hard to explain how he could tell the difference between the sexes of his people, but it was obviously an innate instinct sort of thing.

He found it astonishing not because he'd never met another one of his kind before; he'd travelled to the Tiss'Shar home planet of the same name while he was still out and about selling his records; but he'd never imagined one would have any reason to come down to this hellhole. His experiences had bore this assumption out until now, as one was right here, and looking back at him, too. The sight was eye-widening, in fact. Perhaps surreal. When you go for so long without meeting another one of your species, the effect was like looking in some bizarre mirror. It was difficult to quantify in words.

As Dyno was still thinking of how to use this news, his look at the fellow Tiss'Shar was interrupted when another one of Teema's employees walked over to her and blocked their view of each other. The employee, a waitress, was a very gloomy-looking young Falleen with a half-shaved, half massive eye-covering fringe for hair and piercings all over the place. The label on her top said 'PHABBS'.

Teema's natural inclusiveness (humans notwithstanding) lead her to attract all manner of subcultures to her employment, and her association with the Electric Dinkos certainly helped.

"Heeey... so, are you ready to, like, order an' stuff?" Phabbs asked the new Tiss'Shar in a 'let's get this over with' kind of voice, oblivious to Dyno's attempt to look around her to continue inspecting the new arrival, to make sure he hadn't been spiked with Herbs in his Kabob. It wouldn't be the first time.