[Lup can't help but outright laugh at his proclamation, already pushing his glass forward.] What the fuck, dude? Do you hate fucking everything? Okay, wait--[Lup throws up a hand to stop him from immediately answering her, the woman shifting to lean against the bar with her drink.]

Okay, don't answer that. What do you actually like? That seems like a much shorter list. And duh, natch. We're identical twins, pretty hard to fake that identical-ness. I'm Lup. It's, uh, a thing to meet you.

[Nice isn't the word she'd use.]