[Funnily enough, the exact weapons Wendy is trying to use now- the big wide eyes of a young girl, general cute demeanor, and the bow in her hair- are the things she knows aren't having the bartenders take her seriously. Apparently even they draw the line at little kids.]

[And... Wendy knows she's a little kid. At least, that's what her body is, so that has to be right, doesn't it?]

[Yet being dismissed so easily has been bothering her more than she can say, so that's why she's here, beaming up at the older boy with her fingers pressed together at the tips.]

I just wanted to try one of the drinks they're handing out! Could you get one for me? I only want to try a little sip.