Chloe. Just Chloe. Please. No need to be so formal, all things considered.

( She gestures around them with a smile. That, and it’s odd to have someone address her in that way. If anything, she should be the one calling her ‘Miss Saxsice.’

Should she start calling people ‘Mister’ and ‘Miss’? No, that would be weird now. And it isn’t terribly personable.

Watching the other woman, her smile fades from enthusiastic glowing to something softer. How lovely it is to have dreams like that. )

It sounds wonderful. We may have just met but I would fully encourage your efforts to expand. You could even own a whole chain of ‘On The Rocks’ one day. And all this could just be a wild tale to tell your patrons.

( Maybe that’s overly optimistic. But what’s wrong with that, really? Turning to the bartender, she requests another round for the two of them. )

Oh no, not yet. Why not make the most of the experience? Who knows if it’ll come around again? I’m actually having fun so… Let the fun continue.

( She finishes with a firm nod, ignoring any pangs at the mention of home. She knows Saxsice didn’t mean home home but it conjures the imagery nonetheless.

So she smiles even more. )

But don’t blame me if you have to carry me back to the Temple.