Laurel had dressed for the car, even if it would seem that a dress code wasn't enforced. She had to admire some of the finery that had been placed in her closet, even if she had to wonder who had put it there and how they'd known her size. It felt a little more like she was here by choice and enjoying it when she dressed for the occasion. Or something like that.
"Yellow cake, huh?" she asked. "I will definitely give that a try." She gestured to one of the waiters and took a slice of the cake off the tray. She did have a bit of a sweet tooth, and that was one vice that she didn't mind indulging.
"Yeah, I do," she answered. "My dad's a cop, so it was very important to him that I learn to defend myself." That wasn't the full truth, but it was a start. She wasn't sure how much she had to hide her identity here, where people seemed to be from multiple realities and where she didn't have anyone to protect. But habit had her concealing the extent of her training.