Marigold had flipped back to the previous page she had been working on before taking up a role as gym and jury. "No pizzaz." She replied, smiling up at him. It was always a little endearing when someone took her judgement seriously. It came with being new again, she supposed. His face wasn't one she recognized. She clicked her pen a couple of times, contemplating him before looking back down. "Throw in some jazz hands on the landing next time." She demonstrated the technique, pen threaded through her outspread fingers to keep it from flying off into the grass.