Greif's Cafe

Greif waves farewell with his right wing. "Until next time, Miss Purple," he cordially replies. He is left grinning happily by the hoof-full of bits she puts down, and then grinning goofily thanks to her strutting towards the exit.

The moment Purple is out the door, Spin begins to repeatedly smack the crap out of Greif with the wet rag, causing him to squawk indignantly in protest. "I was just bein' friendly, honest!"