Each morning a small corner of the eatery transforms into a small cafe and coffee shop. The coffee maker is moved in from the kitchen, running hot and fresh on a regular cycle, the smell of Lebkuchen’s baked goods fills the air, and Vanity stands behind the counter manning the newest outpost in Quark’s little empire with an array of sweeteners, creams, and flavorings at her beck and call.

Occasionally a lone Zubat swoops down from the rafters to greet customers, or clings to Vanity’s shoulder until she tiredly shoos it away. All part of the coffee shop ambience, very intentional.

( Cafe )


Later in the day, usually a little after noon, (unless, for some reason, Quark is indisposed,) Quark's Bar opens. Located on the third floor down from the main floor, in front of the entrance hangs a banner, proclaiming the place as "QUARK'S" in bold lettering. Once inside, the room, bedecked with grapevines, offers plenty of couches to lounge on. There are bowls of peanuts placed at the arms of the couches for easy snacking. If you'd like something more, on display at the corner of the bar counter is a selection of pastries, fresh-baked by Lebkuchen, who, as the official baker, might also be there. If you're hungry for something more substantial, there's a menu with a list of dishes that Ranma will be happy to cook up.

Quark will be behind the counter most of the time, though he'll certainly come personally deliver drinks now and then to familiar faces. Aside from him, Aoi and Cerejeira are also behind the bar now and then, but also moving around the room as waitresses. The dabo table is stationed in a corner of the room, now seeming strangely lonely. In front of one of the couches is the tongo board, occasionally in use by some familiar white fuzzy Winions.

Frequent visitors might note that there's always four drinks made and set on one of the shelves behind the counter.

In the rafters, the Zubats have migrated from the Eatery. They'll either be up there, or outside, and one or two of them might come down to say hello. If they do, Quark is shooing them away again, but they only go back up to the ceiling. Fritz the German Shepherd is lounging either by the counter or perhaps wandering around to visit patrons to recieve pets. Behind him often trails a beige Eye-pod, staring at customers and blinking curiously. Depending on the hour, Critwo will either be strapped into some kind of swaddle on Quark's back, or tucked into a small nest made of blankets behind the counter.

Outside the door to the bar is a sign, handwritten:
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Quark's Bar

Hand-mixed drinks
Home-made fresh pasteries
Snacks
Good Company

Come on in and take a load off!
Open Every Evening at Dusk

Tokens accepted as payment
NO RED MURDEROUS ROBOTS ALLOWED
NO STUPID RED ROBOTS ALLOWED
NO STUPID VAMPIRES ALLOWED

Inside the bar, handwritten menus on parchement are available:
( Menu )

( Links )

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