Kate is tipsy, but this time, not just on alcohol. She's tipsy on merriment, drunk with delight, because this all is fun. Fun to have some music, fun with people dressed up as much as they can (with varying degrees), fun because this is a licence to have fun and so people are. Including herself.

She's dressed in the utterly lovely blue dress Miss Carter has given her. A day dress, yes, but this is the kind of occasion where such distinctions do not matter. It's lovely, and it fits her like a glove, particularly when wearing the fine corset Odair had given her. Her long, thick, dark curling hair is piled on her head, held in place and decorated with hair clips and pins from Jensen's gift. Pink flowers, silvery stars, a charming blue butterfly.

Normally, she'd be in the midst of the dancing, and dance for hours. But, so far, she is paying head to her ankle by sticking to the outskirts and socialising.

So far.

Give her maybe another ten minutes, and she'll forget. Even in these hiking boots - so much more solider than the ones she'd wear at home - she can dance well. There is not much else to do in the country, and she's part of a proudly Irish clan. She can ride horses, and she can dance.