[ All the tieflings Fjord has seen are variations of red or outright blue (Jester), he has to inwardly agree he's never seen someone as pretty as this guy. Not in a long time, at least. Avantika had been a fireball in motion, the stranger before him looks like an inviting summer meadow in which to sow his —

Ahem. ]

You're going to put us out of business with those. [ said while eyeing the tattoos. ] Can I take your name for the order, please? Just so I don't forget anything while we're browsing.

[ Slipping a notepad and pencil out of his apron, because Melora and Caduceus once tried to use an ipad and broke it within the hour and Fjord now works in a mostly pre-tech florist shop.]