“Martha” Finn smiled approaching their fellow troupe member. “You wouldn’t want to dance with me, would you? I think my body hates me for trying to sit for too long, so I’m trying to make it happy now.” 

“Hey” Finn said, approaching the newly familiar face, “how are you enjoying the party? Festivities? Event? I’m not really sure which one it technically is. Have you tried the seaweed dip? My dad made it. It’s really good with the crab, though you can’t really dip it so much as kind like mix it in and then eat it.”

“You’re a singer?” they asked, their eyes widening a little, “I’ve never met a singer before, well not anyone famous.” at least they were guessing she was famous, that’s what it seemed like from what she’d said already. “Do you know The Number One Song in Heaven?” they asked, excitedly expectant.