Somehow, Kay has totally managed to miss Geralt's presence at the party up until now. Probably not surprising, since despite the lessons Geralt has imparted on her in the past, her powers of observation can still be somewhat... Easily distracted, let's say. So it's a genuine surprise when he turns out to be the one offering food out to her.

He's lucky he is holding that thin little plate anyway, because Kay would probably be attempting to gleefully hug him right now if not for that. "Mr. Geralt!" she chirps with delight. "I was hoping you'd show up! Sheesh, feels like its already been months since we last saw each other! Time sure flies when we're not both stuck in a jail cell, huh?"

In the midst of her chattering, she also swipes the flaky looking pastry off his plate.