Miki, who was now basking over her finished cake and focusing on her sundae, shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me." Earlier she'd have wanted to go home, but she was buzzed and had a sugar high now. She may not have been in a forgiving mood yet, but at least she wasn't wanting to stab anyone in the face with the nifty gold spoon she had in her hand. "As long as I'm not paying for anything, I could do stuff."