When Jules didn't have something occupying her time, like her work at the House of Lytton or her ongoing research project, she was frequently prevailed upon to accompany her mother to whatever it was the woman had on her calendar for the day. Mostly, she didn't mind, because it wasn't as though her mother still expected her to go out and be overtly social at many of these things. Time had tempered expectations and now with the mantle of spinsterhood firmly fixed on her shoulders, Juliana was, for the most part, allowed to be herself when out and about. This particular event was proving to be a little on the dull side, which, given that their normal outings consisted of taking tea in other people's parlors and attending garden parties, was saying something. On hearing there was a play to be done she'd expected to see costumes and props left and right, and instead it was just... people. People reading lines, people speaking in strange accents that she supposed were supposed to represent the way Shakespeare might have spoken, people looking anxious.

She had no intention of auditioning herself, or at least she hadn't until someone had raised the possibility of Zachariah doing so as well. The idea of Zach starring in a play was quite amusing to her, and she was willing to needle him into auditioning. She might even agree to do so herself, if it came down to that — in solidarity, not because she had any ambitions at all of securing a role.

Tired of the latest in a series of very mundane, ladylike conversations she'd been engaged in, Jules had decided to wander off and find one of the pieces of paper they were handing out with lines to read, just in case. As she walked by the entrance of the ballroom, however, a decidedly unladylike word caught her ear. She couldn't help but look to see where it had come from, and realized she recognized the woman who'd spoken.

"That doesn't sound very much like Shakespeare," she chided with a light smile.