Rosy won't admit it, but this whole anonymous masquerade thing kind of freaks her out. She doesn't want an exciting whirlwind romance with some random person, but she also does not want to have to stay glued to someone’s side just to keep track of them. So when Chris proposed they skip the dance, Rosy only argued for the sake of arguing, because she was actually pretty relieved.

But she’s still acting like she’s going to the dance. Because the whole anonymity thing means no one will know she’s about to spend the whole night in Coppertale cheating at Monopoly (though she’s still not entirely convinced Sy won’t sense she’s not there via the twintuition they don’t actually seem to have). So she did her makeup, she plucked her eyebrows, she dug out her second-most uncomfortable bra, she’s wearing a dress that’s honestly kind of embarrassingly expensive expensive considering she’s not actually going anywhere in it, and she’s got the world’s worst fox mask on. It doesn’t even match her dress. It has ribbons for eyebrows. It’s a disaster of a mask. And it’s great.

“Does it make perfect sense to anyone else that we bothered to put on makeup when pretty much no one’s even going to appreciate it?” Rosy asks only half-seriously as she puts on heels barely anyone is even going to appreciate either.