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Ali didn't like to think of herself as conceited or fishing for compliments, but she did enjoy hearing about when she had done a good job. This was likely a holdover trait from her childhood. Getting compliments from her father had been like trying to pry money out of the hands of someone like Ebenezer Scrooge; it didn't happen without some sort of miracle. Unfortunately her father had never been visited by ghosts. At least he hadn't as far as she knew. His view of her hadn't miraculously changed prior to his death so she had to guess that, as much as she may have wanted it to, it hadn't happened.

She had been pumping people for information about her party the minute it was over. Some of the answers had been less than satisfactory considering how drunk some of the legal age attendees had gotten. Most of the feedback she had gotten was glowing, though Ali sometimes wondered whether people were telling her the truth or just pitying her in order for her to go away and leave them the hell alone. There were quite a few people she knew that wouldn't lie, but some of them hadn't gone. The rest she just hadn't gotten into the right position to ask yet.

So when she saw Hank, she nearly flew at him--if she had been able to fly it totally would have been on, and positioned herself right at his side, smiling and glowing a little brighter than normal. "Hank. Hey. What did you think of the party? Did you have a good time?" She might need him to translate some of his answers, but she trusted Hank to tell her what he really thought.

( Work cut, just in case )