[ At the final click-hiss of the partition slotting into the pod's ceiling, Lighter's brows rise slightly. Wonderment crosses his expression — what's visible of it behind Cool Guy™️ shades, anyway. Mostly his focus seems to fan towards her wings...

Perhaps not the first Halovian he's seen? ]

Yep. [ An easy enough answer despite the short hiccup in his attention. He gives the bowl of candy an enterprising spin. ] Plenty sweet enough for me, and I don't say that lightly.

[ being something of a ✨connoisseur✨ himself ]

I'm not sure if you're the type to have a drink, [ He hefts a bottle of champagne in his opposite hand; sure, he doesn't have a champagne-kind-of-face, but he thought twice before grabbing the hard liquor. Part of him thinks there's no way a basement dweller will get to swipe that for free, but the narrator digresses. ] but you're welcome to my share.

[ A peace offering, held aloft as he gingerly crosses the boundary. ]

Since you never know who you'll run into here though, I guess I've been quite conservative.