[Greif's Cafe]

The pink mare behind the counter gives a nod. "Alright, your orders will be ready in just a moment," she factually informs them, as her horn begins to glow and gather glasses from the cabinets behind her.

Meanwhile, Greif smirks wryly at Sandy. "Oh hey, didn't I bump into you yesterday? How'd the 'guys night out' thing go with you and your friends?" the griffon asks in a friendly, gregarious fashion. "Heh, you fellas didn't get into too much trouble, I hope?"