[ she gives him a sympathetic look when he mentions the volunteers insisting he come to the luncheon. the fuckers wouldn't take no for an answer when she tried to politely turn them down and noelle couldn't keep saying 'no' without making blossom look like an asshole in the process.

so here she is, at least sharing a moment of commiseration with someone who has more than two brain cells in their head. thank the fuck god for that. ]

Possibly. [ she puffs out her cheek and pretends to try (and fail) to get a sneaky look at the table in question. ] Whenever one of them at the table speaks, it seems the volunteers are hanging on to every word that's said. So either the heads of this event or the heads themselves.

It's strange they didn't come and greet us when we came in, don't you think? The leaders, I mean. [ noelle had one of the volunteers - a betty, she thinks - all up on her ass the moment she set a foot in the restaurant. no need to worry about betty trying to welcome her with open arms. ]