My, my. Thank you, Vax’ildan. Most of these tools belong to the guild, but I'm glad they let me use them.

[She doesn't own nearly as much of these things as she'd like to. While she's up, she starts humming to herself a little. It's a song from one of her idol days back on Earth, but the song doesn't matter nearly as much as the fact that she's pulling out a bottle of some expensive-looking rum from one of the desk drawers.

She said she'd deliver. And she loves drinking with friends.]

I'm glad you could make it. I've been wondering all this time what sort of fortune you've been wanting me to divine, but it's also been so many months since I could have a nice drink at work.

['At work.']