[She suddenly finds the cake exceedingly interesting, looking down at the slice in her hands. The icing must be very sweet indeed. If she does not look up perhaps she will not have to say anything, but she knows enough about social interactions that that is not the case. So she just presses her lips inward.]
It is not my choice, no. But I should hardly wish to boss someone else around. [This feels a little more natural than the alternative. It is not much to go off of, but it could be worse. He is being kind about it. That goes far in relieving some of her anxieties about it all. It's not like she hardly knows what she's doing. No ball or fete she's ever been to is remotely like this. It is all overwhelming hence why she does not actually mind sitting on the couch with the slice of cake.]
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It is not my choice, no. But I should hardly wish to boss someone else around. [This feels a little more natural than the alternative. It is not much to go off of, but it could be worse. He is being kind about it. That goes far in relieving some of her anxieties about it all. It's not like she hardly knows what she's doing. No ball or fete she's ever been to is remotely like this. It is all overwhelming hence why she does not actually mind sitting on the couch with the slice of cake.]