Taking in just a long deep breath of the calm air before they left the cemetary, the Genie was just focused on moving forward till the sound of a dog shaking itself dry caught her attention off to the side, glancing at the werewolf as it dried itself off, scoffing and stepping over, ruffling their hair back down somewhat with a cheeky. "Good boy" before continuing to move, stepping down a few stone steps at the fences surrounding the graveyard, keeping their hood up nice and firmly till they hit the cafe.

Once they had a nice place to sit, the Genie would yank the soaked hoodie up off their head with a relief sigh, ruffling their own hair, not in an attempt to dry off but more distribute the water from their soaked bangs to the rest of their hair so it wasn't as annoying all focused against his forehead. While Salem had been easy enough to pass as a tomboy before, without the hoodie and the faintly wet shirt, it wasn't so easy for anyone to take that as a first assumption, though the Genie made no immediate effort to comment on it, leaning on the table between them with an idle smile as she picked up a table menu. "Well, my treat. What ya lookin' at?"