She'd never made anyone spit out their drink before, and something about it was just hysterical. Aeon laughed, though she did at least have the manners to hold out a cocktail napkin.

The term Richie'd used gave her pause. 'Gay'? Clearly he was happy enough. It had to be some sort of ancient Earth slang that had fallen out of favor in Bregnica. She frowned a little in thought, trying to remember when she'd seen him before this: ah. The town meeting ... and the young boy she'd been talking with, the fast one, had made him upset about ... oh.

It clicked into place, and she smiled. "There are some very attractive men here. Seems like we're both lucky. And I don't have to worry about sharing the women with you."