Look. When one was at a party as the goddess of love -- and, perhaps more to the point, when one had recently committed in a fairly life-altering way to one's own beloved -- one was inclined to, perhaps, read into one's friends' happiness.

Which was to say: sure, Liliana. JenniferLawrenceSure.gif.

"I shall have to wear my sleeviest gown for the occasion," Irene noted, wiggling the fingers at the ends of her very bared arms and grinning at Liliana. (Please. As though simply having a literal ace up her sleeve was all she'd attempt at a poker night. Child's play!) "The place -- and you, of course -- looks marvelous, darling. Thanks for having us. And honestly, I've hardly been up to anything -- Daventry is a bit of a culture shock, no matter how brilliant Amaya is and how much indoor plumbing and electricity she's figured out for me, so it's been a lot of getting my feet under me."

And taking long walks to counteract the piles of carbohydrates she was now encountering, given her newfound round-the-clock proximity to Wente Fey.