Re: Food table - 7:30 - open
The fact that he was at least being quiet about it was nice, but she was here to avoid thinking about it at all. Isobel passed her plate between her hands, suddenly more anxious than she'd been all night.
"Please keep that to yourself," she whispered, keeping the conversation close and between them. "I... I'm just trying to have a good time. Maybe, hah," she tried a laugh, which felt half strangled in her throat, "maybe turn the doctor off for one evening?"