Taeren sits at the bar, drinking a soda and frowning down at a PDA. Norton strolls in wearing shorts, sandals, and a tanktop. He's smoking a cigarette and makes his way directly to the bar where he takes a seat and grins at the bartender until the man is free. Still grinning, he knocks some ash of the cancer stick into the tray before him, "How's it going, buddy? Can I get a root beer. And, uh, something to eat. Meat with bread wrapped around it. And the potatoes." Shrugging, Norton just grins. "I guess that's why they pay you the big money." Norton eats his meal without responding to the nod.