[ Thanks to Claude's silly suggestion, she barely has enough time to shoot him a glare at almost dropping her shoes (don't think she didn't see that, Claude), and her mind barely registers the pleasant feeling of Sylvain's thumbs through the fabric of her dress.

In fact, she looks positively baffled at the thought. As if this is the silliest thing she's heard Claude suggest to date (although for the record, there have been sillier things and this probably doesn't even make the top five). Even with her alcohol muddled brain, it's not the intent that have her questioning him, it's the logistics. ]

How are we going to bring casks of wine through the portal tomorrow? A couple of bottles sure but casks? Did either of you learn some kind of invisibility magic that you didn't tell me about?

[ The pout in her voice verges on incredulous betrayal, as if she's hurt that she's been left out on some sort of scheme or prank. Although now that the idea is out of her mouth, that could be a possibility - until she realizes that they'd have to roll it in order to get it through the portal and one of them pushing something invisible would likely draw some level of suspicion. ]

If you did, you owe me some of whatever food you smuggled out. I'm hungry.