Ace was greeted in return with a hearty "Good evenin'!" Life was going well for the Barkeep; his house was clean, he had more jobs, and he wasn't bothered at all by Cid's disdain for his frequent requests. Who didn't Cid display disdain for? He was one of those men who preferred to remain negative all the time. He needed a pet.

"Never saw you come here before. Welcome to the Space Saloon, Ace." He beckoned the young man to an empty stool in front of him. "Anythin' I can get for you? Beer, appetizers? Oh, the dip I made this mornin' is a customer favorite."

Ace was a patron first and foremost, and getting food into him was of higher priority than showing him the story he had written about Cid.