[Lup meets Barry's grin immediately with a matching one of her own.]

Sounds like a real feat. That sure is a lot of hair to comb.

[And maybe it's highly inappropriate considering how little they know one another, but the younger woman reaches out then to rest her warm palm against his waiting hand, to run her fingers ever so lightly through the thick fur that covers his whole body. Lup's gaze never once drops away from Barry's, her curving smile so wide it leaves the slightest crinkle of lines at the corners of her eyes, something bright dancing behind them.

The foozle is absolutely not the only one at this table dreaming of eating face.]

Same as you. [Lup props an elbow up on the table, dropping her chin into her palm, watching Barry while her fingers stroke through his fur.] I can handle whatever you throw at me.

[The way she says that might imply she means so much more than just the drink.]

One drink, then I wanna hit up the dance floor and give these guys a show. How's that sound?