Molly nodded, the stream of beads on the side of her headband swayed. "Oh yes. Definitely one of the best ideas. Better than bearing fruit by far. And you weathered the battle brilliantly, stopping the fugitives from making their escape before the coppers hauled them in. Why, Mr. Chaplin, you might even get a medal."
The three women moved to the dance floor. "Flappers were celebrating individuality and independence by all acting the same. This was always a puzzle to me. Goths do the same today. People in groups are very odd creatures."
The music being played changed to 'Crazy Words-Crazy Tune?', and Molly started to dance, with a grin and a wink at her two partners.