"I think unless you're used to showing up in a random hotel suddenly, everyone's poker face is kind of terrible. Plus, it's late at night and you look like you're drinking not for funsies." Bo still smiled though as she placed her plate on the bar and then slid into a stool to sit.
"Nope. No welcome wagon." Though maybe there should be. If she was good at organizing things, she would, but she wasn't. "But I can share some of my cake if you think some sugar-therapy is what's in order." She nodded at her plate. "I'm just making bad choices in the middle of the night."