That mood is infectious, not that it takes much given circumstances. There's something appealing in someone perpetually enthusiastic, and she responds in kind. She nods and raises her cup, mostly drained and in need of a refill...which she'll take care of, in a moment.

"Oh, hell yes. This is where it's at, you know, not the stuffy shit up in the fortress. Satinalia is about letting loose, and where better to do that than here? By the way, I wanted to thank you for all your help with the nuggalopes. It means a lot to me that we could acquire them."