The actual owner of the bar! It was rare to run into the person in charge of a place by chance, and this must have been Wander's lucky day.

"Name's Wander, pleasure to meetcha, Dorian," he tipped his hat up to give Dorian a better view of his face, grinning with the excitement of meeting someone new. He noted the teacup; if this fellow really was the owner, it would make sense that he didn't get too drunk to manage everything. Wander made a mental note that if he couldn't find something safe for him, there was always an alcohol-free option.

"I love what you did with the place! You got a real talent for decoration!" He continued with a sincere tone. "But thanks for offerin' to tell me 'bout the things from Earth, seein' that I never been there m'self."