"A raccoon, yeah. At least that I've bumped into. Although I heard there was a talking pony here at one point," Simon points out with a rueful grin, because how does one have a serious conversation that involves talking animals? When did this become his life?

"So, does that mean you're new-ish?" he asks as he starts organizing things behind the bar. Not that Jo didn't have it pretty sorted, but when things got busy stuff got moved around. he'd been working here long enough to know where and how she liked to keep things.