Dead End's wings drop, and he stares at Blurr for a moment, silent. Is he being fired already? But he'd only just started.

"N-no! It's not that, I don't... No. Sorry."

He'd just gotten the job, he can't loose it just yet - not that he'll have a choice when it happens, but he does like making drinks, it's something he's not horrible at. Something people actually remember about him.

"This isn't the same thing. Those jobs are a lot different than mixing drinks, and you don't need tips. You need an entire course."