"Maybe not," Annabelle agrees with Lauren, lifting her fork to point it at him. There's some mangled potato speared through on it. "But it means free food and entertainment, so why complain?"

She flashes Susan a grin when he calls his brother shy, and pops the bite of abused food into her mouth as she answers him.

"Dancers, maybe. The theatric kind. Music."

Okay, that doesn't sound so fun. Or not thrilling, anyway. But Annabelle thinks it sounds nice.