"Oh thank you!" she said, very pleased at his show of help, even as her one toe seemed to be developing a throbbing beat. She reached a hand out and plucked a cookie from the air to place on the tray, "I think I might have been stoned, or perhaps put to doing menial tasks befitting a harem girl if I had lost these bits of heaven," she said, as she began to place each cookie on the tray.
She paused, cocking a hip as he spoke, holding the tray for her still, and she took a cookie and offered it to him, "Would Master like a taste? They are made from the richest of butter," she said as she moved to feed him the cookie, so that he could take a bite. And she decided to hint that she knew him, perhaps better than he knew her, "But this poor girl is sorry to say that they are not almond flavored. Please do not be cross with this poor girl. If she knew that Master would be here, she would have been certain to have brought ones that Master would favor."
It was silly, calling him Master, but dressed as she was, it was easy. She wondered if it gave him the same kind of thrill it gave her. And the way it passed through her lips, she said the word with kind of breathy reverance. Every time she spoke, she stepped closer to him, so that her costume was brushing against his by the time she had the cookie offered to his mouth. He was taller than she was, and it only reinforced the thrill she was feeling, tipsy as she was and bolder than perhaps normal in some circumstances. She wanted him to recognize her and be happily surprised; she wanted to feed him to cookie and make him smile.