Two hours later, she and Herr Dr. Delagar returned. "I'm soooo tirrred!" she howled. "My feeeet!"
I am reminded of the scene in Pride and Prejudice, when the Bennett sisters come home from the ball. She collapses and drops her feet in my lap for me to rub. We discuss costumes as the Bennetts discuss lace. HDD, OTOH, retreats to his icy mountain fortress (This is what he calls his office).
Later, though, I pry details from him -- who did our beloved child dance with? I demand to know.
He snorts. "It was not like that at all," he informs me. "The boys retreated to a separate room and beat each other up. The girls stayed in the main room and danced together."