Next to her seats a guy in a green suit. He looks at his phone annoyed.

"Heya. Where are you from?"

"Oh, from a small town in the middle of nowhere called Ashenville, and you?"

"Middle of nowhere where? UCAS? CAS? California Free State?"

"What? Oh, right the party thing," He should've said Gotham, "Err... I guess somewhere close to New York?"

"Oh, neat, I'm from Boston. What party thing?"

"Oh, at this party you're not supposed to 'forget," he makes air quotes, "that you're a witch and I'm the Riddler."

"What's a Riddler? And what do you mean, obviously I'm not a witch."

"The Riddler, me, is a super-villain. And yes, you're a witch, just like that guy over there is an actual werewolf, wink." He actually says wink.

"Um, I'm not. This is a holo, I don't actually have green skin. Here, look --" She goes into the settings for her persona and changes her skin color to, hm, purple.

The lights turn off.

"Oh, it happened again. I honestly don't know if it's part of the party or actually an energy failure."

"Huh. Well, anyway -- not a witch." She should still have purple skin. Are the lights still off?

The light just turned back on. "Wow," he says looking at her skin, maybe it's some kind of special bodypaint? Must be that, "that is very cool. Anyway..." Henry lowers his voice to a whisper, "you're supposed to pretend."

"Pretend. Okay. I'll put on my best witch-voice and everything." She cackles experimentally.

Henry chuckles. "If I knew, I would've prepared riddles, but don't tell anyone."

Naomi laughs. "Are the drinks here any good?"

"Pretty great. They do a trick where the lights turn off and your request just shows up on the counter."

"Neat! How do you do a request?"

"Just ask out loud."

She stares at the counter thoughtfully and solemnly intones: "A six-gallon jug of Acid brand energy drink from my local Stuffer Shack."

And the lights turn off for a couple of seconds.

There is indeed a six-gallon jug of the request beverage, along side with a napkin with the words: First one is free.

"Okay, that was very fast. Whoever is doing this is clearly not being paid enough."

Naomi looks over the counter. As she does so, it goes dark, and -- another napkin appears beside her elbow, out of sight of her companion. She reads it.

"Uh. You should probably read this."

Henry reads it.

It's a note from Bar! She explains how she works, her pronouns, and the types of goods available.

"Oh, cool. They're are really invested in keeping the characterization!"