"What a weird non-contest." She said, rolling her eyes. She didn't stay even remotely long enough to see people get sick, but she can only imagine what eating a lot of cupcakes in rapid succession could do. Well, she didn't really have to imagine. She just didn't want to.

As Laurel winds her arm through Issy's, she lays her head on Laurel's shoulder, looking out at the scenery as the two still spoke. She felt Laurel go stiff when she mentioned her dancing partner.

"Just a basic mask - I think it was one of those domino masks they handed out if you didn't buy one. I just don't know the guy well enough to have recognized him without a mask on to begin with, probably."

She paused, lifting her head to look up at Laurel. "Did someone mess with you?"