A delighted squeal erupts from somewhere behind him. “Kiiiiiiit!”

It’s Ilda, her blonde hair gleaming like a beacon as she weaves through the crowd. She, too, has a glass of the strange pink beer, and although she’s almost always a ray of sunshine and endless chatter, it looks like it’s not her first. Not with the way she seems to be swaying as she makes her way to him. Whoops.