Who would be inside on a day like this? There's an obvious answer to that, if you think about it.

Natasha sits inside near the food, keeping an eye on the other guests. She engages with them briefly, smooth and pleasant, but she didn't try to keep most of them inside. She enjoys watching well enough for the most part. The fact Lancelot invited her at all, even if she recognizes that it was as a courtesy because they ran into each other the night before, made it worth coming.

That and seeing his dog again, of course.

There's a small wrapped box next to her, waiting for when she can steal the host. Otherwise, she's content to fade into the background.