Quite pleased with what she'd decided to do with the remainder of her lunch, River promptly trotted back to her seat next to Daemon, the widest, brattiest grin on her face that she could spare.

"It was rude of her. Her conduct needs a bit of work. But he deserved it." Referring of course to the dinner Scar new wore on his head, and he did so deserve it. In River's world, anyhow.