Eying the knife, Mabelle couldn't help but wonder where Michel drew the line at necessary. "No," she answered, delaying the rest of her answer with another tiny bite of bread. Normally she wouldn't bother putting much thought into carefully wording things in a way to not offend, so doing so now didn't really come naturally. "You were invited to a party," she finally informed him, going with a direct approach.
"New Year's Eve. From Mobius," she clarified bluntly before he had a chance to get impatient, side-eyeing to monitor his reaction. If he wanted more details or an explanation (like why she'd been talking to his uncle), she'd only provide it if asked.