[The evening is fun and chaotic and, more importantly, filled with good food. But
once the portions have slimmed down, Beel's minds quickly move onto other things. What would be good right now after all that healthy food---

...

Ah.

He has just the thing in mind. But he remembers who he wanted to take with him. Hopefully Temenos wasn't too tipsy on wine.

Beelzebub quietly skirts through the crowd to tug against Temenos's sleeve with one hand, leaning down to try and keep his tone low against the murmur (or yelling, who knows what's happening atm) of the others.]

Baizhu's running out. I'm going to go to get ice cream before it gets too late and the buffet gets locked up.

Do you want to come with?