"Absolutely," D'ren lied.

As Abigail laughed, Levi spun on the stool and brushed D'ren aside, leveling Yylya with a gaze. Recognizing her, he turned to Abigail. "Really?" He then turned back to the new Yylya. "No Yylya. There is no cosplay. You're not real, okay? Nothing here is real."

D'ren scoffed, nearly shoving Levi off his stool as he pushed forward. "Don't listen to this spoilsport, love," he said with his Irish accent. "The name's D'ren." He extended a hand.

"Yeah," groaned Levi, gesturing to a giant blob that had the rough shape of a dragon. "'Cause a couple guys from Birmingham dressed up as that."