Amber looks at Grumblejack and smiles. "Ah, love." She sighs. "Don't know how she's taking it, though.." She frowns at the fleeing ogre and wonders if this is the way it is with ogres or whether Grumblejack is just forcing himself onto her. She then shrugs, as she is unlikely to get the answer. Other than this event, Amber does not seem particularly interested in the feast as this.. just isn't her type of crowd to mingle in.