"I'm well, and you?" Velcro is not wearing his vest today, so she's welcome to pet him, if she feels the need. "Shall we go in?"

The tavern is a thoroughly average sort of Proper Italian place with a woodfired pizza oven, bottles with candles trapped in layers of old wax, stone walls, and a certain percentage of the chairs creak and groan ominously no matter who sits on them.