[Sadie is lounging in the ball pit like it's the fanciest of Manhattan spas, single martini glass in hand. (There's more with her, though. Under all the balls.)
It's so terribly quaint and adorable, she thinks. And so relaxing! A pity that so few people seem to think the same, although it's true that that might dilute the positive qualities of the pit. She'll just have to enjoy herself alone.
Oh! But wait! She recognizes that face! Raising a hand above the balls, she waves and calls out to her new acquaintance.]
BALL PIIIIIIIIT
It's so terribly quaint and adorable, she thinks. And so relaxing! A pity that so few people seem to think the same, although it's true that that might dilute the positive qualities of the pit. She'll just have to enjoy herself alone.
Oh! But wait! She recognizes that face! Raising a hand above the balls, she waves and calls out to her new acquaintance.]
Yoo hoo! Six, dear, it's me! Sadie Doyle!