"Yes you do," she said with a nod. "And then there's baklava afters!" She did want to hear all the stories, but she had a feeling she was going to crash out the second she finished eating. She wasn't even sure if she would make it up to her room. It had happened on occasion, and she always woke up upstairs. She was fairly sure her father had been carrying her up and settling her in bed. She was still light enough it wouldn't be a struggle. "I'm going to lie down, but I'm still here. Just tired." She ate her souvlaki dutifully though.