Faris appropriates a chair from another table that looks to be made for someone broader than most humans, giving him room to perch all four paws on the seat and let his tail fall off to the side. It is not perfect, but it shall do nicely. "She does. It is a popular place in this part of the Nexus." He hesitates, uncertain if he should mention more. If Adia Costas has not said anything about the cafe, then it is likely Caspar has not heard news of the interrupted party, either. Her scent had been among the missing. While Faris does not know what she endured, is it right for him to tell of her secrets?

Perhaps not. Perhaps she has reasons for not saying so, not at this point. Faris lowers his head to the bowl and takes a few experimental laps of the hot beverage. The spices are unfamiliar yet intriguing, reminding him somewhat of fruit teas he has smelled in his travels. "It is unusual indeed. That is not a bad thing," he adds, an amused glint in his green eyes.