Beleth is happy enough to take Thranduil's offer of support, though her focus on it is more of an act of fondness, rather than an attempt to keep her from hurtling down the stairs headfirst. Full of quiet laughter, she rests her head against his shoulder with a squeeze of his hand.

"This is fun," It's a quiet murmur, as she leads him off to the (probably) right stall of honor and food. She knows the general area. She'll figure out which one when they get there. "Going out to bring back food, together. Like a dinner with family. That's so cute."

It's the quiet ramblings of an intoxicated person, but the emotions are genuine, at least, as she gives a quiet laugh. "Like a papa--no." A sudden frown, and she shakes her head. "That's not right. You're different. You're here, and you like me." A few moments are taken to rummage through her memories.

"Ada." That sounds better. More appropriate for Thranduil. Then she looks up, with a worried expression. "You do like me, right?"