I watch from the sidelines for a while, seeing how they talked and laughed, smiling for too long and all the time in a way that makes their expression fake, and with my sharper senses is even clarer for me the fakeness since I could hear their heart skip a beat when they lied, could smell the distress of being in each other's company, and could identify each high sisters by their smell, not even in need to look at the color of their clothing; dust, blood, perfume, soil, plants, medicine, it almost makes me sneeze.
With them so close together I could not get in unnoticed, so I wait for them to start walking once the dinner is ready, which doesn't take long fortunately.
