"I can't think of any that I've seen," Lucy replies with a shake of her head, though one corner of her mouth hitches up a little higher before she continues, a look that's almost teasing. "Mine was at a ball thrown by a character from a Jane Austen novel, if you can believe it." It's a flippant way of mentioning it, she knows that. Only more recently has she found herself able to talk about it with any sort of levity at all, though, and it seems preferable to any alternatives. An offhand mention is better than how heavy everything felt for so long, especially at a time like this, when she really is thrilled. "Somehow I feel like flowers and birds are going to be more Robin's style."