The birthday girl did stop by the table briefly, asking Beth and Sardar a few questions about what it was like to be a mech pilot. Both of them answered politely, and just as quickly Tiffany was gone to bask in further adulation elsewhere.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As long as you don't mind me making you look like TOO much of an idiot out there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“I don’t think you’ll do badly,” Beth replied to Mira, giving a reassuring look.<br/><br/>As the meal continued there was various small talk around the table, current events including what was happening in the MBF. “It’s certainly shaping up to be a peculiar season,” Sardar observed at one point.<br/><br/>“For once we’re in complete agreement,” Beth noted. Of course, her longtime rival did not know the half of it.<br/><br/>Finally, the dance floor was opened to the party goers and music appropriate for slow dancing began playing. Beth led Mira out onto the floor and stood close to her. She put one arm around Mira and placed her hand on the younger woman’s back. With her other hand, she took one of Mira’s hands. Beth figured it best to keep things simple, and settled for swaying gently to the music Mira and moving slowly.<br/><br/>“This feels so nice, being close to you like this,” Beth said contentedly.