[Lup doesn't always have what some people would consider normal responses. His story doesn't elicit pity or one of those sad pouts of sympathy like most would shoot him. She just listens, nodding along with each new point (though her brows do raise slightly at the mention of prison), finally throwing back her own shot and downing it.

The woman grins, shuddering slightly, delighting in the burn that runs down her throat.]

My brother and I were foster kids for awhile. Until we got fed up and ran away to carve out our own destiny. Dunno what happened to our folks. Elves are kind of shitty parents, apparently, so they probably just dumped us. [She says it like it's a joke. It's been nearly two centuries, Lup really doesn't care. Her brother is all that matters.]

Chocolate is awesome. I'll keep that in mind. [She makes a killer chocolate soufflé, if Hadriel wants to be kind enough to throw her the ingredients.] And shit, can't believe I have a friend who's done hard time. What'd you do? Lemme guess... Arson?