Pansy shelves a half-formed joke about not even giving Monet a list but still being chosen, and instead happily takes her arm into her own. The dance floor isn't a pit of snakes in Pansy's eyes. It's a desert island and the music has been a siren's call. With Monet's permission, she's now happy to answer.

"Come on," she tells her Second as she leads them towards the floor. "We'll have fun. I promise. Plus, we can always do a little more Henry-CC recon if we want."