[For a second, Norma actually has to think on what Mihawk said firstly - overkill? Well, yeah, it'd be overkill! I mean, who the hell can really cut a ship in half? Ha...hahaa...She regards him, and that sword, with muted and expertly masked hesitation, then slides up to sit on the counter behind her.]

Everyone's out doing this holiday stuff, so...I've got time to spare. I mean, stories are meant to be told, right?

[She grins and reaches broadly. Maybe she can even crack open some of the alcohol for herself if the story gets really good. Something not too intense, and also easy to masquerade as a non-alcoholic drink. In case someone sees her. She's still underage, so...h e h.]