"Most recently..." Susan tries to remember. "Bonfire night, last autumn. It was a horrid drizzly day; my - friend, Miriam, didn't fancy going out even after it cleared up. So she roped my flatmate and I into celebrating indoors instead." She rolls her eyes. "Some of the boys had been collecting penny bangers from the newsagents; I believe George even tried to light them in the bathtub until Ingrid prevailed upon him to not be an idiot." She takes a sip of her champagne. She's in a good enough mood that this memory doesn't hurt. "Edmund, my younger brother, stopped by for a book. I'd forgotten he'd planned on visiting. He certainly got an eyeful." She shakes her head, still fond. "He avoided my flat for weeks, after."