did you fall from heaven just for me?

He'd caught her eye. Ever-observant, she hadn't taken her eyes off the room. Okay, well, that was an exaggeration. Her eyes had spent a decent amount of time on the snacks, though a lot of them were... weird. She'd followed Elowen's lead on something with goat cheese, and that was okay. Other things laid out on the table were at least more approachable, and she recognized the Armada's smoked meats-- she likes those best of all.

Right, well, she knew he was here. Meadow knew he was here and dancing with one of her younger cousins. Really, she wasn't sure if she'd just... made him up. Made him up, after seeing him in the woods that day. Had she made an imaginary friend out of him? Maybe. Apparently not, if he was here, but Meadow was already thinking about slipping outdoors. That was what mom had said, if she got too stressed out... she could go sit outside. Wrapping a few more pieces of smoked meats and maybe one more of the goat cheese whatevers, waving a quick I'll be outside to Elowen and-- no there he was.

There he was talking to her. Meadow offered a shy smile, a little twitch of her tail. "I live here," she pauses for a moment. It was really... fancy seeing him here? She didn't know how to say that, though. Instead, she turns her attention to the food. "This is weird," it's good weird, goat cheese and fig. For as picky as Meadow could be, calling it weird and eating another one was high praise. She tipped her head over the shoulder, wandering down the long table, gesturing at the meats too. Those were good good, not just weird good, but less exotic than a lot of other stuff on the table. They are safe.

Trying to sort her thoughts, the whole environment is... a lot. It's a lot for Meadow, and she doesn't want to just walk away from him. Not when he came to find her. "I was going outside to eat," she gestures with her little bundle of snacks. "Wanna come?" Was that... hm. Was that right? Shoot, where was El, or Dusk, or literally anyone who would be able to give her a nod on whether she'd done okay with that one or not. All Meadow could do was offer a nervous smile instead.

"Speech"