"And which one is that?" she asks, a shred of curiosity genuinely forming. This is gossip, really, but there can always be something useful hidden in gossip.

Rose snorts softly, her smile wry as she leans an elbow against the counter. "So. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems. But surely they would have predicted some hiccups. I doubt most people would have elected to leave their homes and loved ones for this if asked."