[@Pineappletumble][@SkeletonShadow]The dark haired young man had to keep himself from messing with his new friend. 'You're on acid' came to mind, but he kept it bottled up. He did his best to keep his brow raised and his body poised to catch Tic if the need arose, though he seemed to have stabilized like some toy that no matter how much it wobbled, the weight at the bottom kept it from tipping over. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Do Elves go to beauty parlors?[/color]" he whispered, looking inwardly. He was a fantasy writer himself, and he supposed he always thought their magics kept them in pristine condition. He was taken out of his reverie when Tic was drunkenly aghast by how much that girl had eaten. He had noticed her before now, and she reminded him of someone he used to know, if he had to be honest. That and...Ben was known for such eating habits at his work. 

Ben turned about to give the girl a friendly smile, patting Tic's shoulder. "[color=9e0b0f]Hi, sorry about him he's just a bit under the bottle.[/color]" Might be a new phrase he just coined. "[color=9e0b0f]Don't mind us, we're just admiring how good the food here is.[/color]"