There was a murmur of genuine agreement, and Rosa, proud but inexplicably shy, studied the carpet.
“I’m sure we could all do with some coffee. Phoebe?” The ASM hurried out from the wings. “Put the kettle on, there’s a good girl.”
“I’m just painting the candlesticks.”
“Leave those for now. Go on then .. said Deidre, and she smiled. A smile with all the zing and glitter of a bold young samurai. Then she clapped her hands and cried, “Chop-chop!”