Febby merely smiled and shrugged. "Likely, they're all rigged to woo us out of money." But it was all in the name of a little harmless fun, so it wasn't as if she was taking it too seriously. As they stepped into the tent, Febs realized she missed if there was a poster indicating what the show would be exactly, but was also confident enough in her widespread reading interests, that she'd likely know whatever story it was they would choose.

The stands, she supposed she could call them (it wasn't like a normal theater after all), weren't all that full yet, so Febs picked out a spot near the middle, Mrs. H. making herself comfortable in the row behind them. She was just perfect in her chaperoning skills, clearly there, but rarely noticeable, until Febs noticed her laughing at them or rolling her eyes every once in a while. Thankfully it was Mrs. H's presence who reminded Febs to mind her manners when all she wanted to do was tangle her fingers in his.

"I'm curious to know which story they're doing." Febs settled her hands in her lap, wrapped tightly around her unicorn, making sure to keep an appropriate amount of distance between them. Merlin this was hard. She hadn't anticipated how hard it would be to pretend you were unfamiliar with somebody when you were anything but.