She's not here, Saori thought to herself as she looked out towards the dancers. Given how huge it was, there was always a good chance they just happen to miss each other. Right? The train of thought came to a halt when she heard someone call to her.

"Ah good evening, Bar--Mr. Jiminy," Saori corrected herself when she looked at him. "I know that feeling too well. It's been a while since I joined a party where I didn't cook the food. Hell, I was only allowed to bake my wedding cake back home." She looked down at her glass a bit stupefied. What number glass was this and hopefully he didn't hear that last bit.