Tamara acts as if she didn't noticed the Tigress cough and tapping of her fork. She did, of course, get the message clearly, but, well, she feels a bit playful now, and as Sar's mother seems to like ehr so much, she ponders just how far she can get before the Tigress snaps at her too. So, she finishes her pie the same way she began eating it: using her paws and biting directly on it. She nods as a waitress comes and takes her plate away, licking her lips a bit and using the table towel to clean her paws and lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- That's good then. I'll see it with Dad and Charles, the butler, to organize everything. Say, we could go in a couple of weeks? I heard the snow's been particularly abundant this month on the mountains. How does that sounds?</span>she asks both Sar and his mother.<br/><br/>Her tail flicks excitedly too, for she'll have the occasion to spend some time with Sar, away from their parents. Plus, but that she keeps it for herself, going to one of the big ski place will probably give them several opportunities to loose their surpervisor for a bit, and get to spend some quality time together, alone, only him and her, which makes her even more eager to depart for this trip.<br/><br/>But, first, Operation Marriage Trap will move into a critical step: the dinner set up for tomorow night. She must be tehre, and make sure everythign goes smoothly. She knows Charles has arranged everything with the crew and Chef Leo, but him and her will have to be tehre inc ase of unexpected troubles. The dinner must not be disturbed! Else the whole plan might fail.