"Lovely!" She readily agreed, giving him a warm shake. "You know the number to ring. Or just pop in... Can't always promise I'm not involved on stage, mind you. And if you ever come across a grimslaw-wrangler, let me know, won't you? I'm dying for one of those..."

Whether he planned to walk out the door or engage the decidedly non-human bar-tender in further conversation, Livia had work of her own to get back to and gave a wriggling wave of fingers in farewell, calling over an assistant. There were important matters to get ready for tonight, like some replacement lighting, choreography and whether that next batch of chocolate digestives had yet been delivered.