"Well," said Amaya, shoulders straightening and looking quite pleased at the suggestion, "if you're offering, I don't think I could say no! A little food in the stomach can't be a bad thing to go with all this drink. Might be smart. Thought maybe one of us should keep in mind that there's a chance of having to drag the other back to the room by the end of this if it's done right."

And, with that, she seemed to be giving Dwight an assessment, with the confidence that, sure, compared to him, she might be small, but she was scrappy! She could probably handle him if she had to!

(It wouldn't be graceful, and it would involve a lot of cursing and potential plans for a more transportable Crumbler to keep on hand, but still!)