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Claude smiled and went to go to brew the expresso. "If you weren't a demon or warrior, I would have warn ya of the risks, Pops."

"I mean, us Space Marines could probably survive it as well, given that our bodies are able to filter out most conventional and sometimes the more unconventional toxins."

He couldn't help but smile at his oldest daughter.

"Uncle Mathius and I can make some snacks as well."

"Why don't you go help him bake cookies, Fumizuki ..."

"I learn something about you Space Marines every time you are here," Claude commented and slid over Drael's quadruple expresso in her 30 & Flirty mug. She barely hid her giggling. "Would you like something, Vitrian? It's on house." She had stopped her giggling to ask.

He smirked after taking the mug from her. He sensed something different about Claude, but chose to ignore it at the moment.

Skara finally got up the nerve and walked over to Drael, who was easily a head taller than her, "Your name is Drael, correct? I am Skara." She said, introducing herself before she asked, "I was wondering, how strong are you?"

Tjut was chewing on the back of a booth seat, scraping up the wood.

As Skara waited for an answer, she noticed what Tjut was doing, "A little hungry are we?"

Tjut spat out a few wood shavings. "Huh?" He looked at Skara.
"Well, a bit hungry, but I'm just markin' my territory. This seat's mine now!" Tjut grinned, before turning his head to chomp onto the wood again.

Skara had to laugh, "Very well, I shall respect your territory."

Azumi blankly stared at Tjut then proceeded to do the same thing near him, except it was so gentle to the point that she did absolutely nothing to the wood.

She then stopped and smiled like a little gremlin.

"Are you a yokai, my dear?" She asked "I am one at least. I am Azumi, a divine fox spirit!"

Ren picked up Azumi by the neck, clearly distressed by her actions.

"Mom stop that!" Ren said "Mathius isn't gonna like that"

"Thank you, Ren. Azumi, please don't do that. Tjut, please don't chew on the booth"

"Well what do you have?" The Space Marine Captain's interest had been piqued. "I would imagine that you probably don't have any of the food or drink items that are normally served in the Imperium."

Fumiko bursts in with a giant bag of gemstones from her mother.

"We got the best bartender and chef here," Claude said. "We can try our best to recreate whatever the Imperium has. Hey! No explosions or barges in the bar!"

Tjut stopped chewing the booth's wood. "I have no idea what a yoo-key is, so I guess not."
"I'm a wolf beastman! My name is Tjut Hyle."

Tjut stopped, because of Mathius, though he didn't want to and glared about it.

He saw Fumiko and instantly missed his children. He even missed Ren, Azumi's son because he loved the boy like a son.