"Hmm, maybe I will." Okay, enough talking. She puts a slight bend in both knees just enough to lower her centre of gravity. The end of the scarf trails by her leg, silver bells strike their notes, echoey and haunting.

"Is that the rest of the costume over there?" As distractions go, it's predictable, but her delivery was flawless - wide eyed and perfectly genuine. She gives it a fifty-fifty chance.