"You know, I seem to recall its year of acceptance into the Union as 2010 or something like that," she said with a mostly serious nod. Her face did get a bit serious though at the mention of things getting thrown at him. "Oh my gosh, I mean, that's true, but at the same time, the worst I get is crumpled up paper and Dixie cups thrown at me. No actually, one time I got a crayon thrown at my head, a red one, but what's to throw here? Cups? Bottles?" She shuddered to think.
And then she blushed crimson when he asked if she was trying to pick him up. She honestly hadn't been, but it wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Not that she believed she had such pick up skills, but it was always nice to dream, wasn't it? She couldn't answer him right away, because he went off to make a show of preparing someone's drink. Mari tried to keep looking down at her drink, though she couldn't help but smirk in his direction every once in a while.
When he finally returned to her, Mari shrugged. "That was pretty impressive. Anyway... What makes you think I even know how to pick up a guy? Winning at Monopoly, I can do. Picking up guys? Not so much."