No worries~ <3
"It definitely is! I've heard many unsavoury... stories about slippery chairs!" Beaming, Triteia ignored everybody around them. She didn't care much for stuffiness, even less so when it was projected by people who looked like they suffered from perma-constipation.
A waiter appeared and cleared their table, rushing away and back with a pushcart filled with various kinds of cake.
"Ooh." The nymph's smile widened. "I'll have one of each!"