Liliana was absolutely Liliana. Shamelessly, ruthlessly, unabashedly Liliana. The most Liliana she could possibly be because why would anybody want her to be less? (And, for those who did, why should she care?)

"Thank you for hosting again, Summer," Liliana said with a curving smile, hand falling from Ignis' face where it had somehow managed to find itself in the jaunt down the hall. "Tell me, darling, do you start coming up with..." she glanced at Ignis and that curving smile grew even moreso "...jello shot recipehs before we leave the school? Or do you truly wait until we've arrived to begin planning them?"