Lenally's smile widened right up to the part where her brother clearly forbade her from getting drunk. "Damnit all you're no fun..." she said, cursing under her breath so no one but those right beside her might hear. She pouted a bit and gave Eyes a hug. "I bet you'd let me have fun wouldn't you?" she cooed. She did love animals so much, among the only things that could elicit a girly reaction from her.<br/><br/>She watched with a bit of surprise as Henrik agreed to join the Fool Erin in a dance. She thought it a bit funny and bit her lip. Oddly enough, Lenally had been forced to dance, and was not terribly bad at it. In fact, she'd treated the dance lessons as lessons in footwork for battle. Granted, the steps she'd learned at her mother's insistence might not help her in all combat situations, it did teach her the value of paying attention to where your feet were at all times. Something every warrior should learn just as well as where the rest of their body was when fighting for one's life.<br/><br/>She still hoped no one would ask her to dance. She hated making a spectacle of herself. She was already trapped in a gown designed to draw the eyes of men to her best assets, but the last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to them by bouncing about. The thought made her stomach churn.