Re: Foot of the stairs: Burden/Audrey
Why, oh why did she twirl? She probably looked ridiculously childish, and maybe even flirtatious? That wasn't the intention at all, and why was her face so hot. Stop it face, stop it chemical reactions of mortification! Nope, it wasn't working, she'd be some shade of pink for a while. Her mind wasn't focused on whimsical inventions, nor practical ones, actually--her mind was far, far away from Baudelaire's and cemented in reality. If she knew he thought she looked as young as he assumed? Double the oh-no-why-me's, but thankfully, Audrey was not a mind reader.
Her mouth opened, and then shut, opened and shut again. Like a silly fish! Speak idiot, speak! "Oh, yes!" Hnnngh. "I am Audrey. This---this is my home." She decided to not gesture because at present if she lifted her arms up they would probably smack into someone or something, so they remind safely at her sides.
Don't be helpless, don't be---don't run away. "I'm..." She took a deep breath. "I'm very glad you came to the party." Honesty.
A little bit of the flush dimmed down a wattage or two.