She had been flustered at the lad's approach (Tookish, by the looks of him), and Rosie had thought him the insistent sort. "I'm sorry," she says, attempting to cut by him, but he grins and puts an arm about her shoulder. The proximity of his mouth to her cheek sets her skin a'flame.

"Goodness – "

And then, he laughs. "Fooled you, it seems."

Rosie blinks, then blinks again. "Vinca? However did you – "

Pervinca flashes a wide, matter-of-fact grin, then kisses her cheek. "I managed. Though," and she eyes her own button-up shirt, noticeably flat. "It is a tight fit."