[He didn't turn straightaway upon hearing his name-- or a close approximation if it was a whisper, but he did smile. A soft, resigned sort of smile because if this wasn't real, if this was a figment of his imagination, this would be a very, very long shift.

He returned in short order with a mug, a smile, and a nod.]

Is this the closest equivalent to a bartender that we've got here? You're not going to ask me about what's new, right?

[Fondness, though he was a little bit unsure. It came with the territory, however. Even when loved ones didn't die after being dead at home, they certainly weren't cognizant of their surroundings or recognize loved ones.]