Sadie presses her lips together, then resolutely follows her husband. "Perhaps we'll see a triceratops," she says as she takes his arm. "Ooh - or a tyrannosaur! Oh, no - a brachiosaurus! Ooh - or a deinonychus! Or, no - a stegosaurus! Oh, no - a compsognathus! Or, ooh! A pterodactyl!" She pauses for breath, spirits improving despite the lamentable lack of spirits in her glass. "Ooh - or a gallimimus! Or, ooh! A pteranodon!"