Torie's smile turned conspiratorial as Poppy mentioned that she would not stop any further developments there. How did one politely say it was in fact the other Foxwood that Torie had her eye on? "I should, shouldn't I?" After all, being friends with Basil only made having her sights set on Atticus that much easier. If she could win over one Foxwood brother, surely she could win over the other, no matter how different they seemed to be. Torie had a type after all, and it was handsome first sons.

"I have truly enjoyed your company, Miss Dashwood, and congratulations on a splendid evening. You must call me Torie from now on, it is what I prefer my friends to call me. Perhaps we shall have tea sometime soon?" Torie did feel a bit guilty about ditching Poppy, but the Miss Twiglett debacle was snowballing out of control. "Oh my, I should get in there. Enjoy the rest of your night, Miss Dashwood." Saving Basil would look pretty forward of her, but hopefully it would save everyone some face.