The British girls eyes swivelled from Melody to Morgan, leaning forward a little she took a small sip of the doctored cheap champaign, licked her lips slightly. This should be interesting, the art student seemed to be unshockable and unflappable. Her jimmies had remained unrustled pretty much the entire time Freya had known her. Though it was unlikely that Melody would come up with something rustle worthy, sadly, it would be fun to see Morgan looking a little discombobulated.