Missy, the guys are over by the firepits monitoring the progress on the d… um deergoat and other meats for the party. You would probably make more headway flirting with the menfolk. You’re cute, but not quite my type. :: winks ::
:: hands Kythereia another mug of miruvor, turns her towards the firepits and gives her a nudge ::
I am sure one of the menfolk will be happy on the company.
:: changes DVD to Two Towers and pushes play. Settles down in her red beanbag, glances around the room to see if anyone has noticed. ::
[English accent ON]
Now look here chaps. I agree that you colonial types certainly know how to throw a party - thanks, I will have some of that! - but I must insist on a few ground rules.
The good Professor was inspired by the English countryside after all. So somebody put the kettle on, so we can have a nice cup of tea.
Next we come to the thorny question of invitations.
Some of us don’t really belong here, do we?
Mr. Stibbons! Yes, you, Ponder. Shouldn’t you be at University?
And I’m sorry, Inigo, I have some bad news about your father. :eek:
I have my doubts about Clothahump too.
[English accent OFF]
Glee pushes Balrog Wings off couch and settles down.
What…did somone dig up my old man !? !?
Or do you mean that Mr. Cohen is NOT my father and I’m really a Roman? That would indeed change the tone of the party…