[He should feel bad for the people stuck under the mistletoe with her and not for her. She is drunk enough now that socializing doesn't really bother her, and she has spoken with a few people here and there, as well as attempted to cut others off who might be a little too much for her while being tipsy herself.
But yes, if she knew what he was scheming, then she would absolutely throw every piece of food she could get her hands on at him.
If anything, though, she mostly just misses his presence and his company, and it manifests into her being a grumpy old bird when she's had one too many glasses of wine. So here she is, searching for him again, and demanding anyone that ends up in her path tell her where he might be.
Only for her to discover that he is wielding a very large bat blindfolded, and...]
Ci-dol-fus?
[Her voice is a little higher than normal in pitch, the syllables of his words already starting to blend together this time compared to last, but it's more confusion than anything as she tries to parse what the hell he is doing.]
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But yes, if she knew what he was scheming, then she would absolutely throw every piece of food she could get her hands on at him.
If anything, though, she mostly just misses his presence and his company, and it manifests into her being a grumpy old bird when she's had one too many glasses of wine. So here she is, searching for him again, and demanding anyone that ends up in her path tell her where he might be.
Only for her to discover that he is wielding a very large bat blindfolded, and...]
Ci-dol-fus?
[Her voice is a little higher than normal in pitch, the syllables of his words already starting to blend together this time compared to last, but it's more confusion than anything as she tries to parse what the hell he is doing.]
I have come to collect.