[For her part, she at least attempts to stifle the laughter as she turned away. Hiding the shite-eating grin, but exposing the fingers crossed behind her back just as she was uncrossing them. No, she knew what he had meant, yet she couldn't help but take a rare opportunity to jest at Sephiroth's expense.]

He likely wanted to drum up more interest, but the timing failed save that misadventure. And I wasn't the best at holding my drink, either.

[Sorry, it's practically hereditary. Though at the confirmation of his schedule, she nodded.]

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