Miss Flint had a spectacular gift at making him feel like less of a fool, that was for sure. Eugene was glad to see her here, at least she was a friendly face who wouldn't bombard him with question after question about the summer. "I do what I can," He chuckled, though their run-in had been pure accident, as usual.

"Ah, see, it's not much practice if I'm not horrifically uncomfortable around you to begin with." He jested lightheartedly. It wasn't that Eugene was actually uncomfortable, he was a pretty social guy, but sometimes he wondered just what the point was. Did his mother really think he was going to meet a potential wife at one of these things? Did that actually happen? Eugene tended to skirt toward his peers more than the ladies, so he highly doubted it.

"You could give me some pointers though, I feel like you're an expert at this." He continued, tone still a light tease, erring toward flirtatious.