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"Uh, along this street, in a building called Soft's Bar, or something, at least I think the sign is still up,"
Fox trot said, hoping he wouldn't regret giving out this information.
Greif's Cafe

A spark of recognition glints in the griffin's amber eyes. "Wait. Soft? Wait. Your friend is Soft Serve?" he asks flatly. "The Soft Serve? Dude. Dude."

Greif leans back, and runs a set of talons through his plumage, mussing up the feathers atop his head. "When is she leaving, exactly?"