Harrison spared the clone a glance. "Are you sure you're Speak No Evil?" he asked. "I thought you were, but maybe you're Captain Obvious instead. Give me that." That said, the drink was taken away and poured down the sink, another cup retrieved and different ingredients sorted out while he tried something different this time. Screwdrivers and cocktails weren't Harrison's specialty, but he had been bartending for a while and that was why he was practicing to expand his repertoire.

"Nor will it be the last," Harrison agreed. His attention was no longer on the clone, as if it never had been, and he leaned his hands on the bar while his second set of limbs did the work. That was something he didn't need any practice in; they were just about as precise as his hands and possessed the quicker reflexes to make up for the dexterity. "What are we going to need? Can we reuse any of the stuff from when we fixed this place up? Supplier, figure out menus, look for hires..."

He began to mumble a bit while he considered it. There was no way he would end up finishing all the preparation, but that wasn't to say Harrison had no idea what all was going to end up needing to be done. They just had to be clear on new duties they were taking on, plus where their responsibilities would shift when the wind blew another direction.