Colors' good spirits did not fade in the slightest with Sabine's hesitation. Instead, he just chuckled. "Well, it's not like you shall remain drunk all night. These drinks would wear off well-before the morning, with a good night's sleep. And with you here, it wouldn't even affect us in the morning. I mean, you did just finish telling me how you have been curing hangovers since before you left your coven, yes?"

Colors still did not make any mention of the pastry, nor did he even look at it. He did not suggest that she take a bite, nor did he as her to ignore it. It was simply sitting there. "You'll come to no harm from it, nor will anyone else. As much fun as it might be, I do agree that it would not be wise to get into too much trouble tonight, in the midst of a mission. We'll not even leave the inn. Just some drinks, stories, and the...pleasant company of friends. You have it on my honor that we'll do nothing to interfere with our purpose here in Evermore. Now, without any risks like that, can you really say that there's a good reason not to enjoy yourself? So, a toast?" He asked, raising his cup up towards her.