Ace finally gets her breath back, though she's still grinning ear-to-ear. She pushes away from the table.
"I'd better be trotting off to bed, got a long day of equipment-gathering and walkabout-planning tomorrow. Thanks for the food... and the laugh." she yawns, and rises, heading towards the staircase. It is entirely possible that Tim doesn't notice the little victory dance Ace does as she walks away. For once, she left the table first.

(ooc: It's getting late-ish, and I have to be coherent in class tomorrow. G'night, oh evil one. *grin*)