"Not a play," she corrected. "Recital. Lots of different performances that have nothing to do with the play going on during Founders." Way too many, if you asked her - it made staging and clearing a nightmare when you only had a five minute window. Faram forbid anything run over or start late.
His sudden shift made her uneasy, but she shrugged. "Same old, same old. Been busy with things, trying to relax." Mostly all truth. She didn't want to lie to the guy, at least not if she could help it. Since she so rarely saw him, she needed to be able to keep track of the ones she did tell.