[She crosses over to sit down as well, oddly primly with her back straight and her knees tucked together, hands clasped on top of them. Her tail flicks around sharply, betraying that she's juuuuust a little nervousanxiousohgodwhatamIdoingthiswasabadideaisittoolatetoabort––]
















[And then she just blurts:]

You like those 'party' things, right? I mean like. Having them. But also. . . making them?