"Oh, worlds better," she says with an easy, agreeable grin. If she blushes at the compliment, too, it's something she hopes is lovely, a soft pink flush against her cheeks and along the bridge of her nose. "Though I'd suppose most costumes are, compared to that one."

The mention of it reminds her that, for all that the plug and socket costume was horrifying and crude, it's meant for a couple, and Rosie glances behind him for a moment looking for another new arrival to the party.