[At a certain point in the middle of his mooching, Odette probably slapped him out of the kitchen with a spoon or gave him a task to accomplish while locked inside a cabinet or sent him off on a wild goose roast goose chase, for everyone's sanity.

So they're meeting again at the party proper when there's a much less likely chance of someone dying. There's nothing of Odette's noticeable on the wall of photographs right away, either because her pictures are more abstractions or because they're just not looking at the right ones or because she's walled something off she won't acknowledge.]

You like kids, huh? Seems like even you ain't got the energy to keep up with that many of them. [She sips at her sparkling wine, grinning at the lip of the glass.] They've got some sass... think I like them.