For a few moments, Valeria didn't hear any of this. No, she was basking in the image of her cakes. Her delicious, wonderful cakes... they all sounded so fantastic, how could she only order one? No, she was going to take one of all of them. It wasn't as if she couldn't pay... her mind was filled with images. Images of herself basking and a red velvet thrown, surrounded by her maids from the Latverian embassy. Each of them carried a cake, and many more cakes sat on tables around them. But the best part... the best part was how each of them were feeding her, taking turns, in their wonderful maid outfits and feeding her wonderful cake...

"... Huh? Wha?"

Valeria realized James was still talking to her after a few moments.

"... Oh, I don't think so! I think father is pretty preoccupied with some things," Valeria said. At least, her father hadn't yet shown any signs of pursuing her.