"They should be able to see you fine. This. Is. Going. To. Be. SO. Much. Fun," she promises, grasping his hand with a squeal of delight.

"Um. Okay. Okay, first, clothes. Bar can provide some for you, and I'll need to go to the House for mine. I'm definitely not wearing Herald whites for a night out. We'll go through the front gallery into London Below and then to the Topside. You don't mind me dragging you along with me? Truly?"

There are probably other things she needs to prepare for this spur of the moment trip, like, oh, money to buy the drinks she'd like to disappear into, but she has a few more minutes to remember that.