"Bubbles, Macadrian?" Max casually called out in an informal greeting as he entered the Staff Room. He looked a little scruffier than usual since he was sporting some facial hair and his clothing was fashionably casual. Not to mention, he was still wearing his shades. From behind the dark lenses, he was able to make a quick observation of his cousin. Shorter hair, brighter clothes, and . . . who gave her that? "Love the hair and clothes, but something has changed. Care to spill the potion, dearest cousin?" he grinned and plopped down on the couch.