"Oh, getting by, getting by." For his own part, things had been fairly tranquil of late. Having someone else to worry about was good for taking one's midn off one's own troubles, at least.

"Do you have a preference?" He put away his cleaning cloth and took the teapot with him to where he kept the tea supply. "I have some very nice Oolong, but of course there's always the Earl Grey or green tea or just your basic pekoe blend...oh, and if you're interested, I thought I'd try something different and made a few croissants yesterday; they turned out quite nicely, I think..." He hadn't had any customers in some time, and suspected New Orleans Square might have acquired an unfavorable reputation among the park residents (one could scarcely imagine why with the place full of demons, demon hunters, bounty hunters, and all manner of very odd people.) Or that some of his former visitors might have gone and ducked, or whatever you called it. Honestly, by this time he would almost rather not know.