“Maybe next time.” Chances are, there wouldn’t be a next time.
“It was a pleasure, Ms. Potts.”
[There’s no denying that it’s suspicious, but there’s a clipboard in front of her before she can continue. In their concern, they’re asking if she’ll delay the lunch; if she’ll attend at all. ]
“––Yes, I’ll be right there.”
“I suppose we’ll see you at the lunch, Arthur.”
[ She smiles, and she’s careful to remember what she can for Happy. ]
