The use of his first name isn't something that goes unnoticed, but it goes unmentioned. It's held close, though, and tucked in a metaphorical pocket - it was a first time, and surely there was a reason for it. He'd find due time to pry.

Fortunately for her, friendly roasting is taken easily. It'd be more stressful if she was too polite with him, wouldn't it?

He chuckles, and opens his arms in a wide gesture down to himself.

"You've got me there. I dress the part now and everything. Now I just need to walk around stormy nights with a lantern, and I think I've got the whole gimmick down to a science."

His amusement doesn't last long on his features, and it fades to something more somber and tentatively concerned.

"I imagine, since you didn't arrive right around when I did, you survived the Unknowing. I suppose if anyone was going to, it was going to be you, but... I'm sorry to hear something else did."

He nods back, towards the potluck, and offers her a sort of half-smile.

"At least the end of things could be worse?"