Cade knows all about wet blankets, and could be one professionally if he had the chance.
He's sitting on a half-wall above the Lowtown market, safely above the festivities while still close enough to enjoy them. He almost doesn't hear Wren, but when he does, he actually smiles, at least in his uncertain, questioning way.
"Ser Coupe," he greets in return, "Happy Satinalia." He looks out and around, then back at her, and tentatively holds out his hand to help her up, should she want to join him.