Jelli gripped her tray nervously, ducking under the flying bodies on the dance floor to get to the tiny little armadillo. She found it difficult to keep track of the constantly moving little blur though, particularly in her heels. The platypus hadn't bothered to change out of her other work uniform as an ice cream vendor, though she had taken a few scant moments to put on some heels and a short skirt to go along with the brilliant red button down shirt, "E-excuse me, but c-coffee's very bad for you. It can make you hyper and just ruins the taste of the first morning donut... I..." She paused midsentence to find the little blighter, as he moved faster then her eyes could track easily, nary staying in one place for long, "E-excuse me, could you... s-stop!"<br/><br/>Her eyes opened wide as her skirt billowed up in the wake of the armadillo's trail as he rushed past. With a sharp quack, she straightened her skirt frantically. Jelli Rollz glared after the little freak, her timid personality at war with her embarrassed anger, "Y-you have to p-pick a table, or where will I set the f-food down?" She wondered why Doofus let the little monster in in the first place!