Essie's thoroughly engrossed in knocking on the wall (maybe she has to find the right secret knock pattern???) when Jeffy first enters. But then he calls out and the immediate response is a clatter of hangers as Essie startles, not because it's Jeffy, but just because she didn't think anyone else was in there. In fact, this is maybe the first time Essie's been in a closet with Jeffy and it didn't feel weird??? Because obviously Jeffy's in here for the same reason she is, which is to find the secret passage???
Essie grabs the closest coat and wriggles into it, giggling a little when the fur collar tickles her nose, and then she emerges from the coats, waving her arms around dramatically. "No ghosts!!! It's just ME, Estella... Bertha... Devillington... the Twenty-Fourth!!! I have SO much money," Essie explains in her best pompous la-di-da voice, shoving her hands into the coat's pockets in search of a monocle, since rich people always have monocles, "but I heard there's a TREASURE hidden somewhere in these walls."
No monocle, but Essie does find a pair of tiny binoculars on a stick??? She holds them up to her face, standing on her tip toes as if that'll help her peer down on all 6'2" of perfect boy Jeffy Key. Who she had a crush on. And was on a date with. And was now in a very small private space with. All of which Essie is very distracted from at the moment, as she asks in her best shrill matron voice, "And WHO are YOU???"
Jeffy + Essie vs. A Closet, Take 3
Essie grabs the closest coat and wriggles into it, giggling a little when the fur collar tickles her nose, and then she emerges from the coats, waving her arms around dramatically. "No ghosts!!! It's just ME, Estella... Bertha... Devillington... the Twenty-Fourth!!! I have SO much money," Essie explains in her best pompous la-di-da voice, shoving her hands into the coat's pockets in search of a monocle, since rich people always have monocles, "but I heard there's a TREASURE hidden somewhere in these walls."
No monocle, but Essie does find a pair of tiny binoculars on a stick??? She holds them up to her face, standing on her tip toes as if that'll help her peer down on all 6'2" of perfect boy Jeffy Key. Who she had a crush on. And was on a date with. And was now in a very small private space with. All of which Essie is very distracted from at the moment, as she asks in her best shrill matron voice, "And WHO are YOU???"