"I couldn't tell you," Dinah says, waving a hand in turn and glancing, for a moment, at the 'party' around them. "It's been one inconvenience after another and this seems like it's going to follow that pattern. I figure the corpses are supposed to be a message of some kind, but I'm more interested in meeting the person who left it."

There's a quiet edge there in her tone. Something subtle, but not wholly innocent that most assuredly sharpened with an emphasis on the word "meeting". She lifts herself just so from her seat in that moment, just enough to reach a distant plate of what appears to be some kind of cakes and tug it close enough for her to properly pluck those delights up at her leisure. Judging from her taste test, the cookies seemed like they might be worth trying, but she'd just as soon hold her seat for the moment and if the baker managed cookies, surely they'll have managed delicious cakes.

"I was thinking they might come back," she adds, plopping gently back into her seat. "That might be too convenient, though."