[Ephemera resists, just barely needing to use his strength against the tinier woman, and Lup lets loose a sweet laugh, high and unrestrained, her cheeks pink and her expression bright and beaming. After the whole mess with the mirrors, Lup looks like she's back in her own element, ready to be the life of the party, dancing from man to woman to child, happy to engage anyone in a quick dance or conversation. Winning with her brother certainly helped, sure, but really, she's just delighted to be a real, genuine party.

So when Ephemera cheekily denies her, Lup laughs and sticks a tongue out at him. She's a classy lady.] No, you aren't! Like you could be mad at this face. I'm fucking adorable.

[Then he lifts his shot in salute and Lup releases his arm, only mimic the gesture back.] Thanks. Because of that, you can choose what we do first. Drinks or dancing? Cause you and I are so doing both, but if you need a little more liquid courage, I'm not going to stop you. [She probably doesn't need more booze, but like that's ever stopped her before.]