[ Not all of their ploys could be perfectly executed but at least they had caught it before it had gone too far and thank god two out of the three of them had brought actual money. A bright grin splits across her face, pleased that everyone would get something now. She doesn't even seem to mind the head pat even though she'd have swatted it away normally.

There's a rational part of her brain that will reflect on this tomorrow, feel some level of embarrassment, and vow to find a way to repay them somehow. But tonight she can only gush to herself that she's so incredibly lucky to have them both to look after her along with this 24 hour café that she'd definitely be returning to, cash in hand.

Happily she takes their (paid) pastries before slotting herself between the pair of them as they continue their short journey back to the inn. ]

Both of you will actually eat them, right? You're not just going to leave me to have everything?

[ The effects of the alcohol loosen her lips slightly, airing more of her concerns than she might otherwise do during the day. All of it, of course, is said with her usual light cadence as if she's still trying to appear like everything is Fine, and the real problem is that she'll be eating alone. But the whine betrays a worry, however slight. ]

I've been worried about you two. You're both hardly sleeping and barely at the inn which is fine because Petra and Marianne are there, but I'm really starting to feel like a worrying mother or something.