Ah, so it's that kind of party. "Maybe I should abstain," he says. "What's the saying? Milkshake before liquor, never been sicker?"

"That's not a thing," Adia replies breezily, nudging the milkshake glass into Caspar's hands. He takes an obliging sip, smiling a little around the bite of the straw. He'd be perfectly happy to leave, Adia's obligation to Loki fulfilled, but it's looking like she'll want to stick around for a little while longer, and he won't begrudge her a good time.

She takes her own sip when he's done, letting him keep hold of the glass. "We'll stay for a while," she promises Loki. She's not sure what the occasion is, but there doesn't need to be one. This could be his way of shining up his image, encouraging others to have a good time in his name. Or maybe he's bored. Either way, she's happy to support any positive behavior.

Caspar's expression sobers, his hazel eyes flicking over to Loki. "One thing, though. If you see a man here wearing a cage on his head, do not let anyone take it off. We're all going to have a bad time if that happens." He's not particularly worried about Loki causing trouble at his own party, but Crossroads Café has a bad track record. It'd be reckless of him to not at least offer a warning.