[A dapper British man! Mabel's attention immediately snaps to him. There were a few tourists here and there at the Shack, but most of the people from over the pond she'd seen were all snugly fit on a television screen.

And so suave too. What a way to make an introduction! She guffaws.] Why thank you, my good man! Methinks this palette needs a little jazzing up! [She snaps her fingers in the air with a grin.]

I'm Mabel! [Pause. And then, more posh-like:]

Pines. Mabel Pines. [She takes his hand and shakes it daintily, before leaning in to whisper.] Is that how you're supposed to greet people at a poker table?

[Gotta learn that lingo.]