_{[He wasn't supposed to call Tommy the f-word, and had almost slipped. Good thing the guy wasn't around, and wasn't a mind reader. He'd be disappointed in Billy's thoughts. The cigarette gets snuffed out on the counter and pocketed to relight later. Then he pours another bowl with less in it and leans against the far counter he sips on it.]}

You'd be surprised what the people here can make. Radley and Tommy run the diner. Billy Hargrove. Easier if you just call me Hargrove, there's another Billy running around this place with magical fucking powers.

_{[A pause to take another few sips.]}

You from a messed up freakish world with magic and shit too? Because that seems to be pretty common with people here.