Lambert is tired of this. Not of Allen coming around to bother customers in particular -- though he's always been smart enough to keep it off the cafe proper -- but this whole week's been a hell of a rollercoaster as it is.

"Right," he drawls, then grimaces, rubbing his other hand over his face. "Look, it's not a good week to hang around here." Thanks to knowing too damn much about the fae now, anyone going out of their way to bother people that don't look normal to him, they're pretty suspect.

"Don't you have something better to do with all this time?" He doesn't ask if he has somewhere better to go to. That answers itself easily enough.