"Why am I- the bar is being very nice to us?! The magic, talking, extradimensional saloon is being nice, so I shouldn't be upset?!"

He snatches the new napkin from the counter.

"Our TAB?! Any- nonmagical?! As opposed to- as opposed to...!!!"

Max would like to get properly riled up about the magic thing, but for some reason he's stuck on the possibility that he might be charged for being here.