Someone else is already having cake, it turns out! He is sitting at the bar wearing some kind of uniform, and he has a very tasty-looking slice of chocolate cake.

Pen goes up to the bar, and peers at the cake, then waves her bracelet at the bar. "That cake!" she says, hoping she will be understood.

"Hi," Pen says, hoisting herself onto the barstool, and then she takes a great big forkful of her cake, fluttering her wings happily.

"Hi," says the stranger. "Nice cake."

"Eeeheehee." Pen nods rather than trying to construct a joke.

"Uuuum?" Pen was unaware that cake required an excuse. "...Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks." He grins. "I was kidding about the excuse, don't worry."

Cake nom nom!

Pen swings her feet and wafts her wings back and forth.

"Are you okay in here by yourself?" he asks, after some more cake.

"Mmhm! Safe bar," says Pen.

"True," he concedes. "All right."

Pen pats the bar. And then goes back to her cake.

Pen finishes her cake too, and then contemplates whether she wants seconds or anything.

The stranger is having similar contemplations! Finally, out of a feeling that ordering a beer in front of a small child would just be vaguely off somehow, he gets a Coke.

"What are Coke?" Pen asks.

"It's, uh... this," he says, gesturing to his glass. "Do you want to try some?" Should small children not have caffeine? He has no idea. It probably won't be a total disaster, anyway.

"'Kay." Pen takes his cup and sips. "Sweet," she comments.

"Yep," he says. "And fizzy."

"Yeah!"

He grins. "You now know pretty much all there is to know about Coke. Can I have mine back, or do you want it?"