Chika (<em>call her whichever you like, they're all plausible</em>) giggled at Yuri, puffing upward to keep her own orange bangs out of her eyes as she swayed with the tray.  "After Mistress," she snap-whispered pleasantly.  There was just one long beat lost, her lips parting as she watched sparkly shimmers play along in the faerie gown.<br/><br/>She leaned backward and forward on her longish legs, balancing the tray against a stray pentagram pendant working its own way from her neck toward the sweets.  She could hardly stop Yuri or anyone else from reaching the tray as she walked and deposited bubbles, but at least it sounded proper.<br/><br/>