[He gives an approving nod and a “Sure thing” to the additional request for some food, passing along an order to the modest kitchen for the quick and easy finger food taking up the spot as today’s special. Then he sets about the familiar work of whipping up the dark drink with two slices of citrus as a bright garnish, hands deft with years of practice.

He slides the tall glass over to Cassian once it’s ready, a bemused smile on his lips at the question.]

It’s odd, isn’t it? Took me a while to get used to it.

[Especially coming from a city back home that didn’t exactly get much daylight in general. Vander begins cleaning up those bottles needed for that drink prep, casting a curious but friendly glance Cassian’s way when he speaks up again.]

Heard there’s been some new folks finding themselves here over the last few weeks. Guess you must be one of them?