Any notion that her mention of livestock trading being outdated quickly went over Grok's head, or perhaps it was too much effort to question.
"The Sharg is not a place, the Sharg are the blood brood of Grok. The Sharg are strongest warriors! Grok is strongest Sharg!" He wails on at inappropriate volume. A quiet voice can be heard at the next table up explaining how they work with special needs people like their companion.
"Kings are made in duels of death, and great plain-feuds! Grok has tried to advance to assistant manager first, but the Eugene dares not accept my duel." He adds with a tinge of frustration.
"None of the Earth blood have honor and accept challenges. Grok has no slaves!"__________________
"Can't even flatter a lady by painting a romantic picture?" The puppet squeaks up with annoyance, having it's arm pointed up vaguely in his direction. It's then dropped down, and Jane takes a moment to articulate it's fingers to point before it's position is restored.
Jane then speaks up in her monotonous way. "At least he's honest about it. The last guy turned out to be reading off song lyrics from a napkin."
The puppet turns it's head to its controller slowly. "That's it!" The arm is dropped, and the puppet looks to Jonathan again. "Tell me, do you like pina colodas, and getting caught in the rain?"