Time flies, and in a matter of no time at all, the owner and proprietor makes his grand entrance, as is his wont. Wearing black for the occasion, highlighted by smoky purples and darkened golds, he looks every inch the Host of his olden, golden days.

"Darlings, darlings, long time no see, hi sweetie," kiss kiss, handshake, pat on the cheeks; it's being personable time, not only with the patrons, but also with the wait staff. Which, eventually, means checking up on Emma.

"Emma, my little love, how are we doing tonight?"