As they watch the memory play out, Audrey pulls herself up on to Maisy's arm. "Poor Kyle." She muses, but her eyes follow him up the stairs. That doesn't go to the bowling alley anymore. But she looks around for the board, first. "...We should still close their session out. So the weeds don't follow." This is wishful thinking, but she doesn't want to take any chances. She chances a grin at Imogen, and it's grateful. "Can't make you carry a bookshelf around. I guess."