"It's not easy to --"

Suddenly, Ezra's awareness of their surroundings kicked back in. The thing he'd been about to say? Was not a thing he should be saying here. Not in front of regular patrons or Coterie staff. He looked over at the other bartender. "Jesse, my little crabcake, I'm going to need to take five."

It was going to be longer than five and they both knew it. Oh well. Jesse resigned to a nod, anyway.