"I think... this is kind of an absinthe occasion. If you would, please, Miss Bar," And as she finished her 'please', two glasses of absinthe appeared, with a lighter next to them. She lit them both on fire, to melt the rock, as she spoke.

"Pocket dimension. One door in, no door out, that I've seen. There's a forest, a beach, and a burlesque that way," Hand motion, "Rooms, a library, and an elevator that way." Another had motion. Which also answered whether or not her Papa was there, at least. She couldn't think of someone else who would attach a library to a bar.

"Both my parents are here. Don't have a friggin' clue. I haven't seen your dad, yet." At the end of that, she moved the spoon to drop the rest of the rock into the liquid, shooting the drink.

"It's really kind of messed up,"