It wasn't the first time someone asked what her major was once they'd heard what Charles was studying; it wasn't the first time she'd dryly responded with something that wasn't taught in school, either. 'Waitressing' was the common answer, with a little look that dared whomever asked to make some sort of cute remark about things. At least Julian was responding a little better.

"I'm hoping so. There's got to be something it can make up for," she answered, smiling a little more as she watched the server bring Charles the beer, which he accepted after a confused moment, glancing in their direction. When his eyes met hers, she gave him a little finger waggle of a wave. Let him think it came from her.

Her attention slid back to the bartender as well, and she shifted a little where she sat. "Raven. Nice to meet you."