[It's only for the recently increased need to be productive that she bothers to keep the flyer invitation in mind, and heads to the dining hall. She's never done anything like this before, and feels she has no extraordinary sense for decorating, but it can't be that hard, right?
And, well, it's also kind of because of the pink-haired princess she goes straight towards that she stops in too. She's a sweet girl, and it's difficult not to keep somewhat of an eye on her, even though the one who gave her the order is no longer here...]
Good day, Euphemia. You're always keeping so busy with projects...