A hand darts out for Holland's elbow, and soon she's pulled right up close to Val's face. Their perfumes intermingle, and Val beams as brightly as the scent of flowers surrounding them.

"Elijah?" she needles, excited but tense. Val's grip is tight and insistent. Elijah is Holland's ideal date, and somehow, it happened for her. There's some jealousy, sure, but it's hard to parse out, and even harder justify. Val's not unhappy with her date, after all. She just thinks she ought to be. Elijah taking Holland is like if Harrison had taken Val: perfect but so, so unlikely.