"Yeah, and your bar is full of hypnotised weirdoes, your minion used magic to trap me in here, you tried to brain me with five feet of wood over a petty insult and you threatened to break my friend's arms off when she tried to help you. I think we're square as far as who's-to-blame goes," said Stephanie. The Blame Game was important.
"Anyway. This bar - do you own it?" Stephanie asked.