ÍRIA: : I came by the bar the other day… but you weren’t there. You don’t work anymore?
NONATO: No, I’m working somewhere else. At nearby restaurant… At the Bocatio Restaurant.
ÍRIA: Ah… the Boccassio, I know. Over there.
NONATO: Friendly Cuisine.
ÍRIA: The fried chicken snacks from the bar are crappy again.