"At the risk of soundin' like a beauty queen, I'd prefer world peace." He lets out a mirthless laugh, but the tip earns Cooper a kiss blown his way. Truthfully, Party can't bring himself to hold too much of a grudge. It's not like the guy attacked him, even if he seems like he might be a tool. There's bigger fish to fry in the world, as far as he's concerned.

"What do you think is the chance of me gettin' something worked out so that I can come and go?" His hand goes back to the piece he's working on, but his attention is equally split between his movements and the conversation.