She is adorable, but she will never admit to it. She's mean and tough, don't people know that? How do people not understand that? (No, she doesn't understand how much she's changed.) But he's smiling, and that's good.

"A family party?" She smiles but hesitates because that could mean a lot of things. "I don't want to intrude on family time, but if it's the sort of party where friends are welcome, that would be nice." She hasn't been to too many holiday parties, but she's heard about all kinds. Fancy ones, potluck ones, ones where people get all dressed up, ones where people end up having wrestling matches in the back yard. There's too much uncertainty here for her. "Should I bring something? I'm a pretty good cook and if it's the kind of party where people bring things I'd be happy to."