[ Her first instinct would usually be to snipe that the Hero Club doesn't know anything. A bunch of amateurs playing superhero, who'd been chosen on luck and nothing more, but she swallows all those familiar barbs back. For one, without context, they're not going to make a lot of sense.

And two, Ignis pretty clearly has her number. Outright protesting is going to be a little embarrassing but she's sure not going to just nod along. Instead she kicks absently at the ground, keeping her gaze low so she doesn't have to meet that knowing gaze. ]

S'not like they were gonna take no for an answer when they showed up with snacks and drinks and party hats. Seriously, who just buys party hats?

[ Someone throwing a grouchy friend a surprise party, obviously. And despite her complaints, her tone isn't quite as irritable as it could be. ]

They're all so pushy.