Ilde decides, at the very last minute with an aborted finger-twitch that would have been an ill-advised bit of speculation, that it wouldn't be at all helpful to wax poetic about how alarming she'd find it to be aware of how many people must be watching and unable to see them for herself. If Penelope wants him to walk for her again, she's not going to be the one who gives him something to chew over until he can't get up there another time.

So. Instead: It is! She had a bit of say about what I wore tonight. A while in advance, though-- you know how busy she's been. In the lead up, with everything that's going into the show.