"Are we talking big dreams like 'the dissolution of the monarchy' or the little ones like 'finally throw out my old jeans'?" Kathryn's smile stays firmly in place, easy and bright and so, so good for endearing her to mortals.

Of course Charlie isn't one, but that doesn't mean the smile is going anywhere. She hums, tapping her lip thoughtfully for a moment, and looks out at the crowds, "I'm not planning to ruin your gig, if that's what you're worried about." And she winks for good measure, "not this year anyway."