Greif's Cafe

By this point, Greif is holding up a bar stool and trying to use it as a shield. Spin is levitating several rags, and relentlessly flicking and snapping them at the griffin.

The moment the mare walks in, the stool and the rags all clatter and flop to the floor.

"Uh.... hi..." Greif says, his expression neutral. "What, uh, what can I get for you today, ma'am?"