Forge watched her actions with a hint of amusement, watching the server scuttle away with a distinct lack of a tray. No doubt he would be telling that story for weeks, if not months to come, with the proper exaggerations, of course. Her snarling about the party did not surprise him in the least, it was honestly rather close to his own feelings about his presence at the event, he was simply putting on a much better show of good manners.
One dark brow lifted as the platter was offered to him, his gaze flicking between the shrimp and Ribbon before he did reach out to take one of the offered snacks. "Thank you," he said politely. He took one, just one. Enough to be polite and not risk offending, not enough to be seen as standing between Ribbon and her food. Forge did not want to push his luck, he had not come as far as he had by being foolish, after all.
"I hear your fight went well," he offered softly, finishing the snack, gaze drifting to her again. "And I hear Shy has something special on order for you." Shy spoke to very few people, but he did ramble excessively to Forge, whether the dark skinned male liked it or not. "Had I known you were coming, I would have brought marshmallows," he offered conversationally. He did not know Ribbon exceptionally well, but he had learned a good bit about her thanks to Shy's ramblings. It seemed both of Fischer's children had their quirks, Shy and his chocolate and Ribbon and her marshmallows... and apparently shrimp as well.