"You're welcome. It made someones day special, and that's what matters most, right?" Evie says with another charming grin, watching Orrig and moving out of his way, just in case. She pushes both platters of chicken at him, letting him know which one was the spicy. Just in case Orrig wasn't a fan.

"Evie Grimhilde, but Evie is fine." She's not particularly fond of her last name, or the person it connects her to.