“So what are you wearing to this thing?” The perk to having your witch own a bar was that Triss could sit at the end of the counter at Fates’ and scroll through their phone while sipping whatever cocktail they wanted. “The party thing? You and Eren aren’t seriously just tossing on some bedsheets and a belt and going right?” He’d heard the idea, he’d seen some of the shopping, but for some huge Halloween party, the idea was incredibly tame. “You might as well be a sheet ghost if you’re covering up the goods.” Putting his phone down and stopping his scrolling, he looks pointedly to where August seems to be taking inventory of some Prosecco.

 “So about that guy you resurrected or whatever….” They’re not the only familiar to show up at Fates’, but they are the boss’s familiar, so they figure they’re kind of above the rules. Which was why Triss didn’t really have any sort of problem going behind the bar and scooting past his much taller ward to grab a glass and fill it with ice. “I was kinda caught up in all the magic stuff in the moment and didn’t realize, I sort of know his face, but I have no idea what the fuck is in there.” It’s all said really casually, because he thinks if he thinks too hard on it, he’ll actually go to pieces, and that’s not something he can afford to do, not anymore.