"You don't say?" Glass in hand, she chuckled softly, leaning forward as he was talking, a small grin on her face. "How amusing," she laughed.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the waiter heading towards them with two plates and their ordered cakes, and she leaned back, giving him space to set down the plates on the table. Telling them to enjoy their meal, he left again, but Alecta payed no mind to him. She put down her drink, inspecting her cake closely. "It looks good," she commented, picking up her knife and fork.