Daleen felt a bit uncomfortable. There was certainly a strange vibe in the air, and something was going on that she was not aware of. But… against her own instincts decided not to press the issue any further.
"Ah- Alright… I suppose the Clauncher will do. I’ll have to try the Gyrarados another time as I haven’t brought enough money for that… Their cries being satisfying is not… a belief I share, but to each their own I suppose."
Daleen sighs and removes her coat and looks around.
"Are you the owner of this place?"
Humming and giving a nod, she turned and yelled something in another language to a chef in the back. After a moment of being argued with, she frowned and rolled her eyes swinging a cleaver from a rack with absolutely no hands, but instead simple psychic ability, and tossed it in the entrance way. This clearly won the argument to her favor and she smirked, then blinking and turning back to her guest with another calm smile.
"Yes, Darling, I most certainly am. At least, half way. I run the establishment with a Lickitung. He founded it, but I helped it grow successful." She grinned rather proudly, clearly certain she was the only reason the cafe was still making profits. The sad thing is that it was true.
