[ As much as Ai Thao seems to want to get to business, Cu is reaching to cut himself a slice of cake after they all settle. He might as well. ]

A couple of days. Four, five.

[ A good fourth of the cake is piled onto Cu's plate, and he sets it in front of himself languidly. ]

Don't get so uptight, little miss. Feasting's supposed to be a happy occasion, even with sworn enemies.