"What a hostess!" Archie trilled, following it with a grin. He sketched a fairly awful bow even while taking Horror's hand in his own. When Archie sat, he made a point of tugging at the monster wearing the woman's face; look at me and my unoccupied knee, as it were.
But even as they played their charade, the Professor's attention wandered toward Corvina, and then the tent flaps leading outside. If his smile looked any more like the cat that got the canary, he'd probably fall over from self-satisfaction.