What would a mushroom car say?

Somehow even at festivals he'd never encountered such a... Strange yet admittedly kind of entertaining drunk as this. Might have been the whole heir to the throne shit though. None of that affected his interactions these days though, which was greatly appreciated. "Dunno, why, you lookin' to get lucky with a bird or two?" he scoffed with a chuckle after a beat or two. He didn't bother to explain his true origins - he couldn't be sure she'd even remember if he did.

"Do you have some on hand that I haven't noticed?" he asked, a faint smirk on his lips. His previous frustration at looking like an idiot was fading and now he just sort of found her funny in an odd way. "What's your name anyway?"