Laurie had been waiting pretty much all night for Mordred to become distracted enough for him to let her mingle on her own, and after putting up with his 'good daddy' act for just over and hour she was ready to kill someone or something. Stalking over to find someone with food, she glared around at the other attendees just daring someone to approach her. She fully planned on nomming for a bit, then taking off to go visit her friend Percival.
Had she known someone wanted to speak with her, she probably wouldn't have cornered the poor waiter with the tray of bacon-wrapped scallops and the one with the mini-quiches, but for the moment she was making sure that they understood that until her appetite was satiated they were to be her bitches. Champagne was also being guzzled at an alarming rate, but so far nobody had said anything to her to make her think they noticed or cared. All in all, it would be a fun walk to the hospital once she was done. Idly, she wondered if anyone would care if she snagged some food for Percival, but she'd do that when she was done.