She took a scoop of the ice cream, trying to reason that out. By the time she swallowed a triumphant look took over her face, "Then an invitation in advance - next time we have ice cream, it's my treat." She snuck a look at him, waiting to see how he'd counter that.
"He did," she said, unsure of why he said it like that. The silly banter was almost enough to distract her and not dwell on it. "He's - I've been worried about him for awhile. The fact that he's here startled me." It was one way to put it, without mentioning the voices. For a brief moment she wished she was a bit more like Christine - it had been easier to lie as her.
She cringed slightly. "Book, then a terrible musical but...the young woman's Christine." Her shrug was enough to say what she meant by that.