She heard the announcement, certainly, but competition wasn't what she'd had in mind. In fact she'd had little interest in the affair until word had gotten to regarding the significance of the date.

Well. She didn't know everyone's birthday. Those she did, she might as well do something for. Even the strangely persistent elf who was too good-looking and not half as charming as he thought.

So here's Mia, arriving in the courtyard with a basket under her arm. "Good afternoon, Zevran." See this? This is the face of someone not up to anything at all.