Miss Thompsett's reaction was decidedly... frustrating and Alvin truly didn't know how to read it. They'd been just fine for the majority of the conversation and now it was awkward again. "I know Sloane wouldn't have wanted to participate, but we would have gone to support everyone anyway." It was a big night for many of the girls and Sloane would have wanted to be supportive and there for them, so Alvin wanted to do in her stead. It wouldn't be quite the same, nothing seemed to be anymore, but he knew not going would be worse. He owed it to Calla and all of their friends to be there, even if all he planned to do was lurk in the shadows quietly and keep an eye on his mother.

Bending to retrieve his sketchbook and charcoals from beneath the nearby table, Alvin wasn't sure he understood any better where they stood now than he did in January or December. "I'm going to go the aviary and do some sketching before Mrs. Potts can find me another job." He announced, sort of halfheartedly, but unsure of what else to do. "I hope you enjoy the event." It was sure to be entertaining and a good distraction if nothing else.