"Sure Vincent, why not." Circe agrees to the offer of alcohol. She might as well, giving another smile to Fugly, leaving him to his num-nums without her distraction. She heeds the call of beef. It is what's for lunch.
Seraphina stays strictly on business. Nothing about the missing monarch. "Glad ta hear it. Maybe literally if I can find those nightclubs. Me? Eh," she shrugs, "Good business fer me thus far. Bad fer folks elsewhere oh ho ho ho!" Circe had no qualms about that. "Some I can't talk about, client privlege and ya'd call bullshit on some of it. Oh!" She perks up, "I got ta ride a helicopter, then sail through a storm, got a mouthful of souvenirs, and had to help with mechanical work during said storm all fer one job. Fuuuun," the tone she said the last word in made it quite clear it had been anything but.
"The monkey queen rises, up from the depths, 5 feet high," is her response to Sonja's return from under water. Going by the panting, she'd not gotten gills recently. "Don't try diving like that in Underland. Too many leeches," and wasn't that a fun topic. Eh, she was still going to eat.
First was beef. Second, was well the fixings to go with the burger. Third is dessert. Always go for dessert.