“You are a cliché, and it is funny,” she says, in a tone all sweet reason; she's in a good mood tonight, pleased with the way that the show has gone for Penelope and more at home here with that particular goal of everything going well for Penelope's collection in mind when she moves through the party. It's easier than socializing for the sake of it, although she doesn't give a lot of thought to why - maybe just that she does better with other people when she feels as if she has a role to play.

(That's true of most things.)

“But I think you're an appropriate cliché to the aesthetic this evening, so I'm going to introduce you to Penelope, actually. You know her from the bills.” If Ivan ruins any item of her clothing, he fucking well pays for something new, thank you.