"No," Nel replied, almost in a sing-song. "They'll still be applying the war paint and rolling their skirts up." She smiled, thinking back to a few of the old tricks she used to use when she was much, much younger. "Stuffing socks into their bras, and so on." Not that Apache needed that much of a boost, but Tayuya was probably familiar with the trick.

She half wondered if Tayuya might stop off to make Grimmjow jealous first, or if she'd do that just before they left when Grimmjow had less time to try and stop her. Nel also doubted that they'd get to leave without rubbing it into Yylfordt's face that they were going out.

"Help yourself to a glass," she said, happily, and taking another mouthful from her own.