Upon hearing the word 'blessed' again, the feather atop her hat twitched as she shook her head nonchalantly to herself. As the hostess continued the steps of the meet and greet branle, moving from partner to new partner, the ranger slid further down the table of food, nitpicking here and there. It all seemed fresh enough and well tended to, though looking about she was unsure if servers attended to the table or if it was designed to fill itself in some way.
Collecting a few red berries, she walked over to the side of the dance floor with the spectators and watched the movements of the real dance out on the glossy floor.