Forge was an observant man, and he did feel rather privileged that Ribbon was showing any kind of manners toward him. Granted, he still felt privileged and grateful both that she had not yet taken a chunk out of him or cut off one of his non-mechanical limbs. He was smart enough to be grateful for the little things.
He watched her sign, he had picked up a little bit of ISL, 'marshmallows' was beyond him, but it was easy enough know what she meant simply by context. Fischer was a smart man, seemed he had found ways to bribe the monster. He smiled distantly as the fresh platter was presented, his dark eyes turning toward the dark mass against the wall. "Mind if I have another?" Better to ask than to have to repair a severed metal finger, he knew all too well what Ribbon was capable of.
He took a slow breath and sipped at his drink, his eyes hooding as he studied the room again. So many people, so full of themselves and their money. It was depressing in its own way, and highly attractive in others. Beautiful people, beautiful setting, too bad there was something vaguely vile in the air.