[party number one!]
[she definitely noticed his mysterious absence from everywhere she happened to wander yesterday, and she knows it wasn't a coincidence. She's given him his space so far, happy to chat it up with the other guests, but she does want to spend time with him on this holiday, too, despite that awkward walk-in on him smooching that supercomputer-girl and the discussion that followed.]
[she waits until the party's beginning to wind down to come over to where he's sitting. She's bearing two dessert plates with her, each containing a generous serving of a bread and fruit pudding. One—her final rally, after having already eaten enough food for at least two Felicias—she sets in front of herself after sitting next to him, and the other she sets down on the table next to his plate, along with a spoon.]
You've got to try this—it's marvelous. I reckon it's the best pudding you'll ever taste that a techpriest had a hand in baking.