Husker was just at the bar as usual, making drinks for the others. You walk over, not looking very cheerful as you sit down on one of the stools and rest your head on the counter. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't question it as he goes to make your drink. You lift your head up to order a drink, but you notice it's already been made, a small smile on your face.

"Rough day, hm?" Husker asks, already knowing your answer as he leans against the counter, his tail swishing back and forth slowly.