[if it weren't for the voice, he might mistake her for a parade float as she glides towards him through the crowd. She's holding a small plate with the last vestiges of a slice of chocolate cake on it.]
Good evening! I never got the chance to congratulate you on your performance at the talent show. [playfully affecting curiosity; she's sure she knows the answer already:] Might Miss Care happen to be your sister, as well as your dance partner?