Before Abia could get any words out in regards to the elder gentleman, Erin swooped in like a vocal Valkyrie, smiting whatever more words he could say. His response could only be described as....triggered? She’s not entirely sure where that term came from, but it popped into her head all the same and seemed to fit. She wanted to respond with how Erin was merely speaking her own mind as well, but she shrugged it off and settled for eating her food in peace. She gratefully took the payment as he left and pocketed the coins. This bunch of patrons were certainly odd, but she can’t remember making nearly as much in a single day or night. Maybe she could buy something nice for herself for once in her life.<br/><br/>She tapped her chin in thought for a moment, letting images of all the stores in town flash through her mind and skimming through the items she’d always wanted to own. Her thoughts were halted, however, when Victor spoke up, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. She had almost forgotten about him...and the dream. It took a moment for his words to process as her mind reeled back into everything that had happened with him and her movements froze mid spoonful of egg.<br/><br/>Then, as if on cue once more, Erin spoke up, always on top of everything uttered in her bar and seeming to have a response to just about anything. It finally registered what had been spoken and she nearly choked on her egg. She knew what Victor meant by “attractive men” and she could only wonder if Erin was still merely in ‘feminine warrior’ mode, deliberately sidestepping the joke, or if she honestly was clueless to the nuances. Without having much, if any, clever response, Abia decided to just let this one play out, her eyes watching Victor, smirking slightly, as it was his turn to rebut.