Child scrambling from exuberantly from her, and balancing lemonade and food aside, Marian might have been a little surprised into helpfully not moving at all. He was rather . . . big. And talking, wasn't he?

As Amy had said. Marian seemed to gain herself somewhere in the middle of Amy's introductions, smiling a little, both because of and in spite of her own first reaction. Hands settling in her lap, at the base of her glass.

"Fair eve, Norman."