"I might have one for your cheek - if this last dance is good enough. The gratitude will stay whether you earn your kiss or not." It's Felix's wedding party, after all. The coffee was a present more for his husband than for the mage, and it's unfair to leave Felix without anything to call his own. Amelia owes him that much at least.

With a nod, she places her hand in her friend's and snaps the bards to attention with the other. They'll require a few extra snaps to get to a tune that Amelia likes, but soon enough they can start their last dance; A dance that, while proper to start, most definitely devolves a bit after a while. Whether due to the bards deciding they want to change the music halfway through or the increasing drunkenness of the crowd doesn't really matter, because the rogue is going to enjoy this last dance with Felix no matter how it goes.