Instead of a frown on his lips at her words Faustus grinned. Malou's brow crinkled in confusion at this, surprised by his last of concern. Indeed, his reaction was very much the opposite of what she had expected and Mrs. Bagshot hadn't stopped in her path for the door after her own greeting to Mr. Prewett.

Malou followed her godmother, coming up next to Mr. Prewett who extended his arm to her. She took it, completely at a lose of what to do in this situation as it seemed that Mrs. Bagshot had simply accepted Mr. Prewett as part of the party. Mr. Bagshot nodded his greeting to the other man before following his wife.

Faustus hardly seemed concerned at the bustle around him. But it was that final statement he made that really made Malou wonder at what was going on. She was on time? For what? "Oh?" The question came out softly as her eyes looked up at his to see just what he meant by that. She hadn't known they had plans today, she was quite certain of this. As busy as she was she knew each and every time they were supposed to see each other, she looked forward to them and cherished them. Surely she couldn't have forgotten something in the absense of her day off?