Any moment of awkwardness that Susan might feel at that revelation is directed fully into the turnover dough as she rolls it flat. "Ah. I see. Well," brightly, "This bacchanal shan't have any sexual frenzies in the midst of the party, if that's one of the associations you might have with the term, as it seems Bacchus has decided to save all of that sort of thing for a second, ah, more selective party after the first."