As Narvin sat there, a large figure in an overcoat strolled up. The man wearing it was only marginally less garrish dressed than usual, concealing it beneath the long garment and a classy fedora. The identifiable round glasses were identifyable under the brim.

None of security knew who to look for, but that didn't mean he wasn't cautious. He rarely appeared in public, as it were, but this seemed important enough to address another import directly.

He settled in the chair opposite of Narvin without invitation but looking for all the world like he was supposed to be there, barely regarding the odd pebbles he was picking at. Instead he just picked up a menu and regarded it. "I see you found a little taste of home."