"Evie? Good name. Nice name, that. Much better than Frassloff Bundertoe or Zifnab." His sigh was one of dismay and tragedy for the ages. "I wish I had a good name like that. Bob would be a good name." He scratched his head with a confused look in his eyes. "I don't suppose you know what my name is, do you? No, no, just met you, haven't added you to the Facebooks yet. Can't know. Let me think... Fragglerock, Wonka, Skywalker.." He suddenly brightened as the name came to him. "Fizban! Yes! That's it. Fizban is the name.. I think. Could have sworn he was dead, but I'm certainly not, so one of us has to be wrong."
He had actually noticed her slip and grew all the more curious to what her tale was. As always, he had a desire to help, but his own rules and those he followed for the sake of mortals had to be maintained as best they could. "You too, eh? Seems to happen a lot these days. I found myself in a 7-Eleven when I got here.." Or did he? "Did you know that the Slurpees come in Dragon Fruit now? Delicious that. Somehow fitting, really. Not good for you though, not good at all. Good thing that Fizban fellow is dead. Won't bother him at all."
"Didn't I just say that?" He was rather sure he had. He wasn't that old, was he? "Metropolis, Delaware. Says so right on the tourist booths and the welcome sign." He grabbed his staff and 'hrmed'. "Superman, that's his name, haven't seen him. Didn't come with the city. Pity that, we could teach him how the grown ups dress if he had. And I say, of course you're on Earth! Seems to be where the In Crowd keeps winding up. I best not be stuffed in any locker, got a fireball just waiting for the first to try!"