"Now, now," chides Eliot, in a precise measurement of drama calculated down to the molecule, "you know Grandmama gambled away all the family's money. Some of us must yet dance to the beat of a wage-slave's drum."
Is that Grandmama thing real--no. "Until that beautiful day my ships sails in, full of humanely sourced diamonds and oiled nymphs." The corners of his eyes and mouth get all mischievous, like he'd know what the hell to do with an oiled nymph except maybe exchange skin care tips. Apparently this answers the question of whether or not he remembers her - of course he does, as if he'd tone down his nonsense for a complete stranger - but! There is nothing to cut him a clear path more quickly than a demand for interesting alcohol.
As such he eyes her speculatively, like he's planning to coordinate a to-die-for drink with her general aesthetic, and honestly he may well be. Absolutely glossing over whether or not any of this would be available in the bar due to how Eliot is unfettered by such concerns as "reality," (what else is being a Magician for, thank you), he starts poking around for the ingredients to this incredible thing, curly mass of hair disappearing under the bartop for a second. "Let's do Disney," he announces upon reappearance.
Blah blah time passes, he makes the thing, look, it's perfect! And pretty. :3
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Is that Grandmama thing real--no. "Until that beautiful day my ships sails in, full of humanely sourced diamonds and oiled nymphs." The corners of his eyes and mouth get all mischievous, like he'd know what the hell to do with an oiled nymph except maybe exchange skin care tips. Apparently this answers the question of whether or not he remembers her - of course he does, as if he'd tone down his nonsense for a complete stranger - but! There is nothing to cut him a clear path more quickly than a demand for interesting alcohol.
As such he eyes her speculatively, like he's planning to coordinate a to-die-for drink with her general aesthetic, and honestly he may well be. Absolutely glossing over whether or not any of this would be available in the bar due to how Eliot is unfettered by such concerns as "reality," (what else is being a Magician for, thank you), he starts poking around for the ingredients to this incredible thing, curly mass of hair disappearing under the bartop for a second. "Let's do Disney," he announces upon reappearance.
Blah blah time passes, he makes the thing, look, it's perfect! And pretty. :3