She nodded her head in his direction at the question. Ribbon hadn't finished the first platter yet, so there was no need for her to start on another. Besides, she was doing something that bored housewives do all the time, eating to pass the time. Not that anyone would ever accuse such a thing at the monster hanging off the wall eating what she wanted to eat.
You are bored with this. Her signing was confident. How did she know this? Ribbon was a very good judge of body language. The boredom was practically palapable in the air. Why do you come?
Why she came was obvious, Fischer said she had to. He only made her attend maybe one of these stupid parties a year. The rest of the time, he left her to do as she pleased and came to these stuffy affairs on his own. Really, the old man needed a piece of arm candy to keep him company during these stupid things.
Eventually Ribbon was going to go and give him a reason to escape from this party. It was a prearranged thing, a way for him to duck out without having to make too many apologies. After all, who the hell apologized for the things that Ribbon did?