“Well not everyone can pull a mustache, but you seem to do it, it
even makes you look a bit serious.” Shalbie said as  He looked around
the bar, which appeared to be nearing  its  witching hour in which very
few patrons remained  inside and the staff  began to clean and prepare
the place for the next day.

“What kind of milk? Hum it could be  
the Chateau variety, you know the  kind of milk that’s not meant for
kids.”Shalbie commented  as he  inspected his empty glass. “Its a  
secret recipe from the owner’s wife and the drink  all visitors want to
have a taste off,  and I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s two types of
chateau milk the one they give to common folk and the one they give to
the Royal family. The one meant for the castle is more creamy and sweet
compared to the one they usually  serve here.” He added  as he grabbed a
cracker from a plate a barmaid had  placed on their table as the shadow
explained the drink to his new friend.  

“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded, slightly leaning to the side. “That…that would make sense.”

Patiently, he listened to Shalbie’s secret, and smiled.

“You know,” he said, taking another sip, “that reminds me of something…See, I was out in New New York one day, and….”

He prattled on, telling a slightly incoherent story about robots, flying cars, and an irrelevant corporate conspiracy.