Zelda was so very far from rude right then. Even if she had been, they would've understood. Fortunately, Vincent was perceptive, and Ophelia was learning to be so more too. "Ophelia, if you'd pack things away so Zelda can find them in the morning?" Not a hint, but phrased politely as the moogle caught on.

OH! Right--yes. Packing away the food, it would keep enough, and the tea before taking what was left of the pot and placing it in reach for Zelda near the bed. The darker gunslinger himself took his and his moogle's cups, placing them away to take back home. Zelda didn't need to be hostess at all.