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Where the universe is concerned, Olaf doesn't generally question its choices. Bad things happen. Good things happen. Strange things happen, but usually it all fits together in the larger pieces of the puzzle. It's why he doesn't really do so much more than shrug when instead of walking into Mike's bar, he walks into a party in full swing where he doesn't recognize a single guest.

It's not like this is the first time it's happened to Olaf. Generally, him recognizing someone in a crowd full of people is usually a start. Still, he has learned to go with the stranger events in the universe and no one's died as a result of this little left turn, so he grabs the joint he'd tucked away behind his ear and drifts into the throng of people, observing the summer-like nature of the party from the vibrant drinks to the decorations to the clothes everyone's wearing. Really, this could very well still be Auckland for all he knows and whatever he took earlier had been laced stronger than usual, but Olaf's sort of getting the feeling there's more to it than that.

With no shoes and a Hawaiian shirt fit for a king, Olaf feels like he fits right into the breezy, summer theme of the party around him. He might not know how he got here, but Olaf's never turned down a good party. This one holds a great deal of promise.

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"Forgotten that, at one point not that long ago, she was actively okay with him dying," Olaf says, but it's not really accusatory so much as it's a statement of fact. He likes Michele. She's incredibly hot and if she'd let him root her, he feels like their working relationship could really improve. Though, he doesn't think Ingrid would like that very much and Michele is terrifying, so maybe he'll leave that to Mike. "Our family are idiots," he says wisely. "Especially when there's romance involved. Doubly so when it's sex."

"That sounds familiar," April muttered, and frowned, thinking of Leo and his obsession with Karai. She'd warned him, had gone so far as to try to slap some sense into him, but had it helped? No. And April had been the one to catch the worst of the fallout.

"No offense, but men are idiots," she replied. "It's like they see a pretty face and lose all common sense."

Olaf's well and truly in agreement, given that he's one of the biggest idiots he knows. "You show us a pretty face and we're bound to fall," he admits with a hapless shrug, not bothering to deny it for a second. "We're also suckers for an ego boost."

"Oh, don't I know it," April emphatically replied. "My four best friends are 15 year-old guys. Anybody who claims that women are crazy obviously hasn't shared a bathroom with four teenage boys."

It really was bizarre how much time they spent in there when they didn't even have hair.