Grouse Thicket Whiskey please

Witty as ever, that was one of the main things he remembered about her. He chuckled at her joke. She had humor that rivaled his own fiercely, even if Ryes humor wasn't all that developed, hers certainly was. She moved on to admitting she had bad memory and thought they had met. Giving him options that would prove to be a fun addition to reintroducing each other. His mind wasted no time brainstorming a story, he grinned as it wrapped up.

"Yeah, okay! We met, but the first time we met there was this super meanie bear and I totally saved your life from it!" Rye had to force down any signs of a smirk to get through the story but alas, by the end of it he was smilling like crazy. "My name is Rye, glad to see you alive and well after that horrible bear attack" He spoke in a playful posh like accent, hopefully nailing home it was just a joke, if she didnt already know. "In all seriousness, I'm not sure where we met but I do know it was a good time. Probably why I remember you, otherwise my brain would've wiped you from itself." He jokingly rolled his eyes, along with his head, acting fed up with his own brain. He kind of was.

"And your name is..? Wait, don't tell me. Gwen? Right?" He knew he was wrong, awfully wrong but it was a better shot than none.