She looks like she has saved up all of her decadent and slothful impulses for a solid decade and is indulging them all at once. She is sprawled on a couch with a book she's only half-reading, and an ice cream sundae, and smiiiiiiling.
"Ah, yes. The nuclear district. Widely famed for its entertainment value."
"...Well, have fun with your omnipotence and your dragon and your Endarkened and your sarcastic consultant," says Kithabel. "Have a bead." She tosses him a bead. "Talk to it if you need me for something."
He catches it. "Thanks, I will."
"You're welcome! Fix up that world nice."
"That's the plan."
"Good luck," contributes Milan.
And now Kithabel and Milan can depart the main bar area, pass some time, and then go back to see if anybody new has cycled in and looks like they could use an omnipotent sorceress.