She isn’t the only one that’s lower energy. When Matilda drops into a chair beside Rory, she’s much less enthusiastic than she was on the beach that morning. Even her clothes are subdued- for her at least, having changed into a little black dress and modest flats, her hair still frizzy thanks to Haizea’s impromptu rainstorm. Her plate is piled with.... deserts exclusively, but she doesn’t seem to be eating them. Instead, she just lets out the tiniest sigh.

“And that was only number one!”