"Yes, tell us," Hasi says, cheerfully, just about as the doorbell rings. She leaps up, glass in hand. "Don't think that means you're getting out of going on about Ivan's vampire normalcy, Ilde, I'm just going to get the door."

...in her robe and whatever lacy little thing is underneath it, yes.

At the door, she can be heard chatting a little with the deliverywoman, but it doesn't last very long. Hasi figures they can eat sitting by the coffee tables in the living room--this is hardly a formal occasion, and sushi and champagne is about as ridiculous as it gets for pre-clubbing supper.