During the meal, she kept herself busy, trying to keep conversation going with everyone, making sure plates and glasses stayed full, steering the conversation away from topics she thought would get awkward fast. Sometimes she was successful, other times less so. By the time the meal was actually done and she was starting to clear the plates she let herself relax a little and unwind. Or maybe it was the glasses of wine she'd had. She hadn't counted and she'd needed the relaxation.

Regardless she was feeling pretty accomplished as she let the others mingle as she piled a few more plates into her hut's small sink.