"Date lessons from Steffy? What have I come too?"<br/><br/>I'm not sure she counts as a reliable organiser.<br/><br/>Meanwhile there is cake, and Al leaving. When Jaclyn returns, she perches herself back down.<br/><br/>"Second fiddle to Robbie now, am I? Woe is me, not enough feathers, maybe? Or maybe it's the voice. Squawk, coo, chirp., pout."