"Now this is more like it! Class at last!" ~Fal.
"Not bad . . . " ~The Raven
*yawns* "Don't do fancy, actually. It's alright, I suppose." ~Rohsair
"I think it's nice. How do you do it?" ~Kit
"All done with mirrors. Or he had it up his sleeve." ~Kallik
"Sour grapes." ~Kit
"Excuse me? A dirty great ballroom, plus chandeliers plus tiled floors plus refined company, and you're saying he had it up his sleeve?" ~Rohsair
"Hey, the world's a wide place. Perhaps he has big sleeves, to fit his big arms in. And I don't see any refined company." ~Kallik
"That means us." ~Rohsair
"Ah, good. That means my eyesight isn't failing then." ~Kallik
"No, just your wits." ~the Raven
"I could pinch you for that." ~Kallik
"But you won't." ~Kit
"Because we're so loveable." ~The Raven
"And intelligent." ~Fal.
"And unique." ~Rohsair
"None of those are enough. However, I shall be merciful. That means you owe me one. Although as there's four of you, you owe me four." ~Kallik
*collective groan*
