Buried beneath Araceli's ability to be relentlessly practical about the things that she needs, the things that she can actually do? There's always something optimistic that she tries to keep very safe. The same thing that has her believing in Leandra when everything is at its very worst, when the nobles say they should let people starve rather than raise taxes on their own luxury goods (likely things she would hear in Orlais, she's sure, or something to do with elves against humans) but she has to believe, has to see it in her mind. If that's where she wants to end up, and this is where she stands now then all she has to do is provision herself and plan appropriately.

"Just remember that I won't be helping you stagger back, is all I'm saying. I have three legs technically." The cane is more a leg at this point than it is anything else, and if she's drunk, and Korrin's drunk, then it's twice as liable to trip the both of them up along with anyone that might blunder into their path too. So. Helpful friendly reminder it is.

"I know nothing of this." Araceli possibly knows much if a Warden was involved in such things but Araceli was being a bard and doing things bards do at parties so of course she was not helping to smuggle macarons or petit-fours out of the fancy shindig down here. "I can go, my leg will fall asleep and I want to see more than just the firedancers tonight." Plus she's pretty much over ordering people about outside of fetching things that she can't physically reach without climbing so she's already up on her feet, cane finding purchase in the snow as she leads the way because look she can smell good cooking compared to the usual boring garbage.

(Don't tell Avery, she doesn't want this potato peeling duty.)