Sweet clouds of rainbow dust? Bill practically cackled. It was too funny when he got defensive of his foods. He might have been the old man with the eyebrows to everyone else but she knew there was a kid in there, deep down inside. "Fishfingers and custard? Tell me you didn't eat that! It sounds like it would be both really bland and really awful at the same time."
No eyebrows? Fezzes? She could understand bow ties. They'd had a surge in popularity there for a little while but it had gone the way of the dodo just as fast. "And now it's magician coats and sunglasses. It's almost like your rebellious high school years only much grayer." She grinned at him. "Four's more than most though, innit?"
But it got serious and Bill searched his face for a long moment, pressing her lips together slightly. Yes, she had more warning but that wasn't necessarily preparedness and they both knew that. "No, I don't expect it would be pleasant but... A little more warning would help."