Chatting Up the Bartender

Emboldened by his ability to sit on the high stools without falling, Dexter wandered over to the bar and plopped up on a stool to chat up the bartender.  The conversation, as reported by Ben, went like this:

Bartender: Hi there! How old are you?
Dexter: I'm 54.
Bartender: Really? What's your name? My name is Candice.
Dexter: (turning to Daddy) Daddy, her name is Candice! (turning to Candice) Nice to meet you, Candice!