The blonde long haired woman glances sideways at the man who has taken a seat a few stools beside her, her facial expression slowly turning into a small smirk. Chuckling as she listens to his usual attempts at displaying him extravagantly.
"Achillie Augustain Nadeau, when will you get tired of that self-praise that you enjoy giving yourself? Reveling in your success however is what i've seen to be natural, going from solving universal hunger, all the way to actually managing to get up in the morning. What has gotten you so hyped up this time, hm? I suppose Sean has done quite well, seeing he's managed to stay mostly sane. Perhaps is that merely you slacking?"
Leaning over the bar slightly, resting her head upon a palm of her left hand, looking at him quizzically.
"It's been a few months. How are you doing then, hm?"
