Pansy frowned a little at the nickname. She'd noticed him calling other people that, too, and wondered if "other her" had tried to get him to stop referring to her as such. Probably. "Wrong flower. I'm Pansy," she informed him, before bending down to see what all was in the cooler. Finding something she liked, she pulled it out and opened it. "I don't remember any of it, but I'm glad it's gone. So, sure, I'll celebrate," she agreed, taking a drink of her beverage.
"I asked around about my former job, you know. It seems like we had quite the nice set-up going. You worked, or tried to, and I stood around and talked to you and slowed you down."