Ingrid was still holding her glass. Over it, she watched with wide eyes as Quick and Mhairi broke off into their own group. Open curiosity bloomed on her face. She was so engrossed in the pair that she completely missed Circe's pun.
"Oh? Oh! Excellent. Brilliant work."
She turned back to the group, gobbling her drink.
"What? Another formal do? When? So soon?" Surprise was in her voice. Ingrid laid down her glass and blinked.