Unlike her last Summer room party, Liliana didn't stalk into the room demanding alcohol to get herself drunk as fast as possible. Quebec City also wasn't full of people cosplaying her idiot ex and engaging in shipping wars about their love lives. These two things were likely very related.

Instead, she entered on Ignis' arm, in something a little more modern, did a doubletake at the poutine punchbowl (Summer, darling, why?) and helped herself to a single honeysuckle mimosa shot.

Well. To start.