"Mm, sweets!" answered the little girl, cheerfully nodding, "I know they're here, but everyone keeps mobbing around the table. I feel like I'm going to get squished if I try getting through them!"

Her expression was one of... somewhat exaggerated fear. But really, that could simply mean the girl was having fun at the party, and with her hyperbole. She tugged intently on the older girl's sleeve once more. "So if  a big older sister type like you could help me get to them, I'd be really happy!"

This had already turned from 'point them out for me' to 'help me get through the crowds'. And yet, it was probably fairly hard to reject the little girl, who looked quite expectantly up at Christina.