"Oh-- Oh," Elizabeth looks awkwardly at her salad and at the rest of the forks. She can't imagine there being any kind of provision for anyone who wasn't Mr. Norrell tonight, because that's the vibe she's getting from this party.

She gives Simon a wry smile. "This is supposed to be a nice party, let's not talk about things like that, however much everyone wants to. I'm liking it-- there's a park by my dorm I like to take walks in, I've navigated my way to a library card at the local library, and my roommate has mapped every frozen yogurt place within the city limits," she smirks faintly. "You want my salad? Who knows what they've got back in that kitchen that you'll want to eat."