Thoroughly amused by Miss Applegate's demeanor this evening, Dean quirked an eyebrow at her. "I haven't decided what the evening was to look like yet." He admitted, motioning for her to keep the drink if she wanted it. "What is it you would like to do?" He didn't know what proper debutantes got up to on evenings such as this. It wasn't a formal event, no dancing, no formal introductions. They were at the Sanditon, which provided plenty of opportunities to adventure in whatever way she deemed fit. Dean was usually just along for the ride.