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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?"

"Right now, maybe leaving tomorrow for good, I wager,"
He wanly smiled. Hoping he'd get his tea soon. "But yea, Miss Soft Serve is my friend."