Greif visibly sinks down a bit, his shoulders slumping and his wings drooping. "Oh. Damn. I've got to stay and watch the store, unless my assistant comes in early and-"
The front door opens. In strides a light pink pony with blue eyes, a mane of striped dark pink and purple, and a spinning pinwheel for her cutie mark. She's got on a white shirt, red vest, and a slightly bored expression - traditional waitress attire. "Morning, boss," the casually greets the griffin. "Thought I'd come in a bit early and-"
Greif clambers over the counter and bolts for the door. "Totally awesome! I need you to watch the store for a bit!" he cheerfully exclaims. With a massive grin, he looks back at Fox Trot. "You tagging along?"