Her bottom is starting to inch closer and closer to her belly now... she's going to do it.

. . .

She's getting up and staring down at her.

She will sit on her.

❝Being a rock today, hm?❞

. . .

She's putting a muffin right on top of her stomach.

Sits beside her.

JƊ

Alright, put on one of those plushie turkey hats real quick

JƊ

I shall commit violence against scrooges

-- with this drunk woman, Cecilia's pants stretched out and even slipped down a good bit past her waist.

-- strong tug at her pants. A panicked look on her face as she was pulled toward the bed, a bit of a yelp escaping her.

❝H-hey, easy there! You're either gonna tear or pull them off!❞

Despite her cries, she knew it would probably fall into deaf ears. The knight finding herself on the bed now --

Cecilia watched her at first before she attempted to search for something to cover them up with, a small act of kindness before she would leave the room. That had been her original plan, but that was quickly thwarted.

Right as she was looking for something to cover herself with, she felt the --

❝What are you even doing!?❞

All the running and smoke bombs was just making her more confused on top of a tad frustrated! Cecilia suddenly picking up in speed as she chased after her.

. . .

She is very confused.

The knight now chasing after her!

❝Well, I wouldn't say I'm too aware of all the finer things, but I can certainly appreciate a good cup of tea.❞

She smiled toward her and watched the cup be filled. Hands resting atop her lap as she waited.