Never as graceful in heels as she wants to be--even when she's not two glasses of spiked punch away from entirely sober--Rosie's abandoned her shoes beneath one of the benches circled around the bonfire and is padding around barefoot, the hem of her long black skirt only just brushing the ground. When she sees Rowan making his way through the door dressed in something so utterly ridiculous, she lets out a loud, delighted laugh and heads towards him.

"Why are you a hamburger bandit?" she asks once she's close enough to be heard. "What is a hamburger bandit, anyway?"