*wings Elemmakil an amused glance* *clears his throat* My lords, my lady will not be appeased by mere cake. *beat* We'll require alcohol, as well.
*can't help but meet your smile with one of his own (you're practically glowing, both of you, and some sluggish part of him can't help but glow with you), though it quickly fades to pleasant neutrality (come by my office)* Yes, sir. *exchanges a glance with Esther, a form of communication they've by now mastered* Soon as I'm off the three-thirty call.