Lucrezia smiles at her cup of tea, swirling it about and watching the reddish liquid move about as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world. Sometimes it's better not to stare when listening very, very carefully. She doesn't even try to stop herself from laughing when she hears that cough from Spike.

At least their waffles should come with little bowls of cream and offered chocolate syrup to distract them from warmth and bodies and such things.

"Well then," she looks up to flash the brightest smile at Cass before pointedly turning to Joshua, then Spike. "Let us convince this other that we will have enough warmth to last us the winter."