Though Raven might not have been able to have alcohol, but she'd partaken of the best wings in the City. With a tag line like that, how could you not? She'd been through quite a stack of napkins, which she'd then refolded and stacked neatly on her plate.
She assistant-managed a retail store. Obsessive neatness was something of a career necessity.
When Lorne sat down at her table, Raven straightened up. It was the subconscious straightening of someone newly out of high school; adults were still adults and still commanded a certain amount of respect. Respect and stiffness. Still, she smiled. "Oh! Oh, yeah. I always thought that singing in front of people would be the most mortifying thing ever, but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. It's not nearly as scary as I imagined."