After returning to the tented pavilion, Zap realized she and Ronan had been gone longer than she thought. Things were winding down; people were splitting off into pairs and small groups and sitting down. The dance floor was even more scarcely populated than when they'd left. A quick scan of the area told her where all of her chums were, but a table in the back caught her eye in particular. Piotr was sitting in a chair alone at the table, with Minka in his lap and his arms hugging tightly around her arms and all. Minka's head was resting against his shoulder. Zap felt a warm flush cover her skin and she glanced once at Ronan before moving toward the table, bare feet and all. When she arrived, she tried her best to put on a pleasant expression, though she felt something inside her was about to explode. It wasn't that Pete was with someone else. It was that the someone was Minka. The adorable, sugary-sweet, petite Pop Tart of a little darling. She hadn't realized before the present that seeing Pete happy with someone else might make her so ... pissed off. It was most likely because he hadn't 'been with' anyone before her. At least someone she didn't ... respect? It seemed so foreign... "Hey guys," she said, her smile as false as all hell, "what uh, what's going on here?"