[it's a grin that seems as genuine as she expects it to be, and she's laughing at herself, pressing a palm to her forehead as he clarifies. is she too used to having the people close to her trash talk themselves? possibly.]

Good to know. I'm not usually this much of a mess either. This is a planned mess, because hey, it's a party. What better place than to cut loose a little. You earned it. [....] Ser.

I get it. Big emotions, big drinks, take it from me and stop way before forty. Maybe fifteen. Ten, even.

[headtilt]

You had too many drinks to show me some more of those moves? The dancing kind, I mean. We can trade off.

[there are gears turning in her mind. they're going somewhere, but she's not sure where just yet. wheeeee. drinks! doesn't matter right now. but this could be a mission. she'd hoped sansa might have found romance at her nameday party, but there's promise here, it's belated, but she'll take it.]