Inside, the barman gave a piercing scowl as he passed Bee a strawberry sundae, topped with whipped cream, mixed with sliced strawberries and creamy delight. He took the first spoonful of icy delight, and looked around, spying another man in a suit. Maybe he was late for a fancy event, or a lost businessman. Bee was neither. These clothes were magic'd onto him.

"Yo." he greeted the man, taking another spoonful.