[ It almost doesn't immediately occur to Blackbosom that she's being addressed, so wound up in her commentary that the world had melted away. When it does click, she sounds as if she's been interrupted not by Tess but by her own thoughts.

Blackbosom looks one way, then the other, and finds dark, smooth eyes locked onto her. ]

My husband, of course. Amidst all these festival lights... isn't it just romantic? I thought it'd be the perfect date for us. [ She looks back to the crowds hollering, as if to check for any one else that might be offending the rules, but they got lucky this time. ]