Reception - Harry & Sarah
The cough was something that Sarah couldn't miss. Her attention turned from the conversation she was having towards the direction of the sound -- a confused sort of expression written across her face. Of course, once her eyes landed on Harry with that desperate sort of look on his face. A smile began to grow slowly across her face, one that might have suggested she were a cat that suddenly came upon a canary in it's paws.
In response, she shook her head. She gave Harry a wink before wandering off, leaving him to the mercies of the elder lady.
Not that she had actually planned to leave him hanging, of course. She couldn't help but play with him just a little. Just as soon as she was out of sight, she circled around and came up behind them both. "Forgive me, Ms Muriel?" She said softly, placing her free hand on the elder woman's shoulder as she stepped up to the two of them. "I'm so terribly sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Harry for a moment. Bit of a debacle with the cake, you understand."