"Well... what's done is done." Tinsel wasn't about to dig at that old wound in front of a guest, even one she liked. Glancing around, she looked back at the pinboard, and pointed a finger. "That one. With the gold on. I'm choosing that one. And now I have to get you both out of here or you just won't leave me alone. And for the record, this is me, relaxed. See?" She waved a hand at herself and looked around for her handbag.