[ It's a good insight. Most of the guests are older. Or they're Krouse, who is, in terms of coolness factor and ability to party, worse than an old man. She spares a glance of him handing out ham roll-ups or whatever the hell he's got for an appetizer, then turns back to Heather. ]
You're right. The situation is dire. [ Lisa tosses her hair for emphasis. ] What did you have in mind? Drinks? Dancing? Party games? Finding our illustrious host's secret torture basement?
[ She's mostly joking about the basement. Mostly. ]
And you're not that obvious. Let's just say that I keep tabs on people.
[ It's the understatement of the century, but Lisa doesn't especially want to explain her power to Heather. Not when things are going so well. Knowing what it is would just ruin the conversation, and it's been so long since Lisa has had a conversation that's this easy. ]
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You're right. The situation is dire. [ Lisa tosses her hair for emphasis. ] What did you have in mind? Drinks? Dancing? Party games? Finding our illustrious host's secret torture basement?
[ She's mostly joking about the basement. Mostly. ]
And you're not that obvious. Let's just say that I keep tabs on people.
[ It's the understatement of the century, but Lisa doesn't especially want to explain her power to Heather. Not when things are going so well. Knowing what it is would just ruin the conversation, and it's been so long since Lisa has had a conversation that's this easy. ]