[Taraaa. Now Barclay will usher to her chair, pull it out for her. Wait for her to place her petite person in said chair, and then tuck it back in under the chair. Once she's on her own feet, it's quite apparent that the floor underfoot would have gone very poorly with stilettos and most of her usually footwear. It's that gridded metal stuff, with the little holes, that would have easily caught her feet and sent her tumbling.

He'd been planning this for awhile.

He's sitting across from her in a moment, sittling on his side of the tiny table. he picks up the pitcher of red berry juice and offers to pour her some, on a little jiggle of a gesture.] I've yet to watch any musicals. Those are the shows-- the plays with loads of singing, right? Live actors and such. Which one's got Seymour?