She waited until they were safely out of range from the others to ask her fuzzy friend, "well, how did it go?"
"How did what go?" licking his left front paw to avoid eye contact.
"The tour!" she exclaimed. "I'm simply dying to know!"
"why it was a disaster," whispered the rabbit.
Irritated with his lack of details she pushed further, "but what kind of disaster?"
The rabbit retorted equally irritated "What do you mean what kind? It was a perfectly, absolutely, the most.." and then all at once he realized he had never considered the many different kinds of disasters.
(*show details shared as individual events)