At least Zack understands that every place has its own unique rules. And once he's stopped gawking and glaring, he will be able to sense a little something of the sentience of the bar. Zack has no real psychic ability, apart from being able to tell who is mortal and who is not. He can't tell who is what, when it comes to species. With his Antillioch-given abilities though, he can just about tell when a world, or a restaurant, or even a square metre of ground is sentient.

He's clear on the last rule, it's a good one and Abe is the first person that pops into Zack's head. Naturally. It all seems fair. The first one needs a little clarification though. 'Bothering' someone could be defined as asking what time it is.

“When you say bother, you mean don't eat 'em?” Because the rat thing is kind of hard to swallow. Or not-swallow, as the case may be. “Or that and I shouldn't ask a load of questions?”

“Ow,” he grumbles as the phoenix decides to pull out a few of his hairs to make itself more comfortable. Zack lifts a hand and lets it hop back onto his finger. He then sets it on his free arm, and pushes his fingers through his hair - thus ruining all its hard work. To console the little thing, Zack gives it gentle head-rubs.

“So the end of this universe then, not the multiverse.” It's not so much a question as a confirmation to himself. And he's trying not to growl at the rat, even while Alec is apologising. The temptation to snap his teeth and give it a maniacal grin is almost overwhelming. Zack does want to keep visiting Milliways though, and he doesn't want Alec to have to foot the bill for his misdeeds, so he controls the urge. Then he wonders why he feels so tenderly towards the phoenix and not the rats.

“Sorry,” he mutters at the rat, then, “Can I get a cheeseburger and a big glass of fresh water?” Then, though it almost chokes him, he adds, “please.”

Once the rat has gone, Zack is dying to know, “what did happen last time?”