The barista does not bat an eye at the request for a bowl. They take Caspar's money and then fix both drinks, setting them on the end of the counter.

"Some things wouldn't be worth trying," he muses, picking up his cup. He doesn't move to a table just yet, curious to see how Faris will manage with his bowl. He managed to get the door open, but he only needed one foreleg for that. "You'd be able to tell as soon as you smell it." Why would a robot need a sense of smell? Who knows, but Caspar takes advantage of his to avoid anything that is remotely off-putting.