"Interesting you say that," Audrey said, referring to Daphne's 'boys upstairs' comment. "Osten and I were speculating today about whether or not there were any other experiments going on in the house that we don't know about. Whether or not we're actually the top floor or if they've got some special children hidden under the basement." They'd also speculated on whether or not Nate would fit in the dumbwaiter and how many cushions he'd need to be padded with before they'd lessen the risk of bruising their hands if they used him as a punching bag, but Audrey wasn't going to mention that. Right now, anyway.
"Looks like they did you good," she agreed, briefly contemplating pizza but deciding against it. She nodded at Nate. "You can make requests through your computer, mate." Looking at the monitor again, she watched a blonde sheila come in with arms full of sweets. "I'm surprised no one hung streamers or confetti," she commented dryly, amused. "Maybe a piƱata."