David drummed the fingers of his free hand on the railing, thinking. "I...don't think so?" he said. "Though I'm not 100% for sure, Ms. Tara sometimes books us for things and tells us a fortnight or so ahead of time. To keep us on our toes, she says. I said, if I wanted to dance on my toes, I'd be en pointe." He snorted. "And that...that was such a bad joke, wow."