She'd definitely agree if he were to mention that aloud. But, at least one of the pair of them is able to tolerate it long enough to try and form those aforementioned connections; if she's learned anything from Ren Amamiya, it's that connections are very important and could, at some point, potentially save your life. So, as much as she likes having a smaller social circle... she's willing to reach out past her comfort zone, especially here, where they could potentially need others at some point.

He's one to talk about looking good, because he doesn't have to do anything to make himself look amazing. This is honestly the first time she's seen him in a suit, though, looking oh-so-handsome, and as per usual, she feels like the luckiest girl alive. Honestly, he should be a model himself; between those stunning blue eyes and every other handsome feature he's got, he'd surely grace the cover of any and every magazine in the damned industry.

"Yeah, no reason to really hang out any longer, right?" Crowds are exhausting, and there's only so long she can really socialize with people outside of her little circle. She feels a little awkward being in a room full of strangers all dressed up like this, too. She blinks up at him and tilts her head slightly, considering. "No, I don't think anyone would notice at all..."

He has to go and remind her that they haven't been here that long, though, and she shifts a little. She's also a little concerned because he's supposed to be banned, yes -- and it's worrisome that they did let him in. She's happy, naturally, as she always is to be in his presence, but she's not dumb; generally if rules are this lax, it means something could potentially be up. "...I mean, I guess we could stay a little while longer, if you want," she says finally. "Do you want me to go get you anything to eat or drink?"

Being a 'nobody' isn't exactly a bad thing, either, as far as Ann's concerned. Then again, unlike her dearly beloved, Ann's life revolves generally around living from the shadows and keeping her head down. When she's not at a modeling job, at least -- mostly, she keeps quiet and to herself because the police know exactly who she is and what she is, and the last thing she needs is for them to find yet another reason to try and come at not only her, but her friends, too. This 'starting again' business, while annoying, isn't the worst thing that they could deal with, and she's glad for that.

Seto, please. Didn't she tell you at the very beginning that you were the entire package? She meant that, too, and it stands true even now, if not more so. Then again, she'll never not think highly of him in every regard... so that makes her a little biased, too. But he's a wonderful, talented, ridiculously intelligent man, and she knows that she is very, very fortunate to have him in her life, and to have him here with her. He's the first man that she can honestly say that she truly, whole heartedly loves.

"Can't say as I blame you, I kinda don't really wanna stay, either," she responds in kind, laughing a little bit at the fact that they're at least on the same page -- even if he's gently reminding her that they have not, in fact, been here for very long. She knows why he's saying it, though, and it's for her sake. He's sweet like that, whether or not he realizes it or not.

The mention of the buffet does have Ann visibly brightening, though, because as much as she tries to turn her nose up to the idea of eating too much -- blah, blah, model body -- it's usually a failed attempt on her behalf, because there's probably no one else at this shindig who loves sweet dessert foods more than Ann Takamaki, and her poor, dear boyfriend knows this well. Sweets will always be her weakness. Well.... sweets and Seto will always be her weakness, because as he mentions coming with her, she practically vibrates.

"I helped make some of that stuff! I actually made the croquembouche myself!" Something she's proud of, because it was not the easiest thing to make. Her last attempt had been at home, for their little "Christmas" party that turned out to not even be real. Forced alternate realities and all, go figure. But this stupid pastry tower is real, and she worked super hard on it all night after poor Seto had gone to bed. She'd stayed up into the wee hours of the morning making that thing and had ended up passing out slumped over at their kitchen table. Her back is paying for that now, just a little, but the fact that her pastry project hadn't turned out to be a complete fail made it entirely worth it.

Her cheeks turn a light pink at his offer, and she giggles, loosely looping her arm through one of his. "You don't have to get anything for me, silly, you're all I need. But I'd love it if you'd come look at the buffet tables with me~."

Definitely differing opinions on that, but they can't be exactly the same or have the same opinions 24/7. They'd get bored with one another pretty quickly if that were the case; besides, she does understand where he's coming from on that, too -- it's what he's used to, that's his life at home, and honestly, she wishes for his sake that he could have that here, too, if it's something he wants. Maybe she can help him with that one day, but for now they're still too new, and still very much not entirely established. One day, though, she'll make damn sure he's up on his pedestal where he belongs again.

This is a dangerous game he's playing here, letting Ann run rampant with sweets. She's going to do her best to hold herself back, of course, because they do work hard to keep as fit as possible; even here they've got their own fitness regimen that they've been pretty good at keeping up at, and knowing the way that she is, if she over indulges even too much she's going to freak out and insist on going for a ten mile run or something ridiculous. While wearing a bag of potatoes on her back. Probably.

Either way, she's not thinking too much about that right now (that's the dangerous part, really), as he allows her to link their arms together. "I did! It was hard, and it sucked, and I think I slept like two hours, but I did it. And it was worth it, too... er, I think. I mean, it tasted okay to me..." Because she most certainly made a little 'extra' and she definitely stuffed her face with it this morning. 'Energy', she'd say, a reward for the extreme lack of sleep. At least they had coffee here, something else she'd gladly indulged in hours before the party even started while they were setting up this morning.

Off they go to the dessert table arm in arm, and there may or may not be a little skip to her step at the prospects of both boyfriend and dessert in the same vicinity, okay. "It's probably not the prettiest, but I tried really hard... I've only made it once before at home, and even then I cheated and bought store bought puff pastry. I didn't do that this time, I made everything from scratch and it was really hard," she states wearily, sighing, before brightening again almost immediately. "Oh, that's easy! I fell asleep at the kitchen table, but I had an alarm set for like six am. So after a two or so hour nap, I got up and left for the bar to start setting up, and I took it with me! That also gave me time to come home and clean up a little more before you got up."

She knows better, after all, than to leave a giant mess hanging around -- that's the last thing he needs or wants to see as the first thing he wakes up to, and after their little tiff, she doesn't want to push his buttons or have any reason to start yet another altercation. Once they're close enough, she raises her hand to point to the pretty large pastry tower that's admittedly not as large as it was when she dragged it to the venue this morning because people are, thankfully, picking at it. "There she is, took me all night and several test runs over the last few days, but it's not too bad for a first real attempt at something entirely from scratch. Also, I had a few extra pieces this morning an I didn't get sick and die, so, bonus points."