She preens under the weight of this gaze, arranging herself comfortably so that she's reclining on her back with her head nestled on his lap, looking up at his face, her hair spilling over onto the blanket below. She props one leg up, knee crooked, and stretches the other one out. The pose is completed with a brief reach upward, just quick enough to boop his nose. "For starters," she says, "Bacchus and I are moving forth with the play. We've decided we shall cast who we think is most fitting rather than try and drum up interest in resumed auditions."