[ If he didn't know any better, he might've thought he was back in the Grove with the way the establishment was decorated. It was a strange feeling, both comforting and alienating at the same time. ]

Hello. [ Trahearne greets the man cordially as he emerges from the back. Yes! He remembers the face. ] You might not recognise me, but you helped me a great deal during the Flower Festival. I'm Trahearne, and I came by to give you my proper thanks.

[ And as he thought, the obnoxious feathers were not a part of 76's normal attire.

Trahearne's eyes flit towards the dragon as it curls around the jar of honey, and the slightest tinge of concern crosses his face, but it's gone in an instant. It's fine. Probably. ]