While uncomfortably used to it Ava couldn't stop anyone from noticing her condition, as visible as it was unless she disappeared fully. Pale eyes narrowed right back as if daring Lila to say something about it. But she didn't. Obviously missing what the other woman was attempting to do, she dismissed the glance as nothing more.
Ava was a fan of the flavor the rumchata gave, a bit more kick than the chocolate alone could provide. A bit more warmth as well. Not as fancy as all those weird spooky cocktails that her and Miguel sampled at the Halloween party, but comforting. She'd probably have to make more. She snorted at the comment, wondering if that was a hint at Lila's own history. "Wasn't involved in those bits. But no, not particularly a fan. Less orders around here."