"Mmph?" It was the only kind of sound she could make around a mouthful of cake and for a moment she was confused by Lincoln's question. Sweets and desserts tended to turn off her higher brain functions, making it hard for her to remember what the last thing she'd said was.
"Oh no!" Triteia eventually said after a sip of coffee. "I'm not leaving tomorrow. I can't leave papa's house unattended, not after I promised to take care of it while he's away." Grinning, she stabbed the white mousse tart. "So there's no rush. The night is all ours!"
A large chunk of whipped white chocolate on biscuit vanished into her mouth and she hummed happily. "This is delicious. Here, try some!" Cutting off another piece, she offered it to Highways.