It's a pity that she can't read Cassandra's expression as well as the girl can, when she very much wants to. If not donuts, what then? Lucrezia narrows her eyes at her playfully. Curiouser and curiouser. She lets herself be led away for a few steps before stepping aside and reaching for her hand so she can lead the way, walking slowly toward her own room.

"A lady must have her escort. Preferably a knight. Though I wonder now if you have found yourself another mistress." It would be fine if it were Steph. Tim, not so much.