[He watches her dress, eventually retrieving his shirt and fastening it up the front, then slipping on the soft shoes that he's been wearing from place to place, so that when she comes back, he's ready to go. There's an impulse to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, but he resists it, nodding once at her suggestion.]

We will, if you think there's anything else to discuss.

You know, I'm really in the mood for more of those little crisp things they do here with the berry centers. I wonder if they have them today.

[Those little crispy things probably don't constitute a meal for anyone else at the party: they're on the dessert table. Even so, there don't seem to be any animals around... where is all the food coming from? Is it really all vegan?]