[ should she know the name? perhaps, but daisy's fingers aren't laced into every mystery in new amsterdam, so it's only passingly familiar. a name she's read in newspaper articles, maybe, but nothing beyond that. ]

That explains the invites.

[ she'd been surprised to get one. illya, more so. daisy had gained quite a few followers since her features had started appearing on the shrines around the city, illya benefiting off that the more she posted of him, but they weren't instafamous by any stretch. and they didn't really want to be, either. she wasn't posting for attention. ]

I don't know how long we're gonna stay — [ a vague gesture towards the bar implies the reason. someone is not a fan of dancing, and even less a fan of loud nightclubs and the people in them. ] But if you're free this week, you should come over some time for dinner.