Number Three is not at all impressed or interested in theatres. It's beyond her if that name is supposed a ring a bell. There were a lot of things Luther liked, in his books and extra studies to please their Father, that it was beyond her ken to memorize and keep straight. She would never be like that. Especially not for Him.

There was a low-level buzz of annoyance starting to grow, her arms crossing, as she was trying to make any sense of what each of them meant. Of course, she remembered yesterday. And the rest of their siblings. It makes her expression incredulous when Five turns to her with that really stupid question.

"The end of yesterday?" Allison asks, looping Five's question without her own fast, sharp retort, that was unimpressed with the question. What else was she going to have remembered last? "I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the middle of the pile of books for finishing yesterday's lessons for science, math, and music."

She knows she didn't finish them. She didn't care. It was boring.
She was fine at it, but it was boring. And tedious. And she didn't care.