Lotte's laugh was the first in a long time - one she honestly meant and was more like her younger self. At least a month since she actually could be laugh and mean it. "I do," she said, putting another spoonful in her mouth.
The coldness of the ice cream, combined with the catacombs was almost enough to sober her but she clung to the feeling. Happy was something she needed and she could be safe with Diego - he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She knew that. She doubted Sinbad would either.
As a result, she went into a bit more detail than she had with the others. "He thought I was responsible for why we weren't in the Opera - it took a bit to convince him. He said he would fix it though..." She frowned for a moment (If there was a next time, how would he react then?), before shrugging once more. "He played some music and I fell asleep."