Matt is not at the bar, he's behind the bar.

Well, actually, he's not behind the bar either. He's coming out the kitchen door, which happens to be behind-and-more-or-less-adjacent-to the bar, and balancing a deep glass dish in two oven-mitted hands. It smells like cheese and herbs and potatoes-- and actually pretty good.

There's just waaaay too much of it.

He sets the dish down on the edge of the counte--

Oh!



Hey, Probable-Antagonist-of-the-Story Guy.