Invitations were carried by messenger all over the city and in every ward (but not the boroughs, ew) late this afternoon about a pajama party in Saik Tower early this evening.

The invitations were VERY CLEAR that the purpose of this party is NOT just so Count Duarte Amadeo can show off his new sleepwear.

The invitations promised winners would get golf claps, but did not expand on what game would be being played.

As people enter, they are greeted by two lines of Saik House staff - one on either side of the door - unenthusiastically golf clapping for each guest who enters. So... that answers that question.

Over at the mountain-lion themed clavichord that commemorates the 1008 marriage of Estaban Saik (pour one out) and Lucita Igniseri, is Duarte. He is filling out the ambiance with a last-minute-party appropriate rendition of "Blood Moon Rising" - a topical ballad concerning recent events that doesn't sound anything like the song you think it's based on.

Our illustrious co-host in bunny slippers is not too far off, either loving or hating what Duarte has gotten her in to. It's not incredibly clear if it's a nose scrunch of glee, Prelude to a Sneeze in C#Maj, or the universal look of disgust (but a successful empathy role at easy might reveal which...)

Insaya checks perception and empathy at easy. Insaya is successful.

Alis said she'd show up in fuzzy shield slippers, so here she is in fuzzy shield slippers! At least this purports to be a comfortable party, unless one chooses to wear uncomfortable pyjamas. It could happen. "Bunny slippers - are they danged bunny slippers?" Of course that's what she asks, leaning over to try and get a better look.

Noah checks intellect and empathy at normal. Noah marginally fails.

2 Saik Guard, Micana, an efficient assistant arrive, following Lucita.

Medeia is, in fact, in bunny slippers. And her nose is also scrunched. But then guests start to arrive and she turns her attention away from Duarte to focus a bright smile on Alis. "Aren't they cute?" SHe lifts one foot and wiggles it so the ears flop around. It's the one whimsical detail in her otherwise fancy pajamas. Her gaze moves back to Duarte, nose scrunching again.

Insaya wonders at the very rich. What must it be like, or have so many fine things to wear that the luxury becomes showing off things you wear (or don't... or just the once?) when nakedness is a valid and commonly accepted option. She pigtails her coppery locks, and as she trails other lookie-Lou's into the chamber, she has a strip of bedtime pig-candy clenches in her teeth. And as they golf clap, those two lines of people, she looks... distinctly fighty. Like, she knows she's no fashion plate, but damnit, the invitation said... Blessedly, before she can find out what they mean by the very non-sarcastic clapping and get into a fist fight (also bedtime themed) she is put in a position where she can gawk at the great and good... and the hosts... AND O STARS! She can fangirl over the Valardin like a proper Oathlander! So she does!

Jaenelle left her bunny ears Gwenna gifted her at home sadly, but she is here! Her hand is in the crook of Noah's arm as the pair get golf clapped, though the Saik staff do not get paid enough to see Noah as he is. "You know, you could have lied," Jaenelle tells her husband as she herself is in a rather comfortable chemise.

Insaya is overheard praising Alis: Our Princess wears little shields on her feet! SQUEEEEE!

Insaya is overheard praising Medeia: Bunnies are in no way sinister!

Insaya gets Pig Candy from leather satchel with a comfortable strap.

Lucita follows the sound of people gathered and pauses by the entry to the Music Room. A smile grows on her lips and in her eyes as she recognizes those present. A curtsy is given those of royal blood and she approaches Jaenelle to lower her voice and say. "I.. er.. don't usually wear... Oh, never mind, that is just too embarrassing to speak of . Will just have to settle for pretending this dress is a night-gown and the slippers are fanciful seashell shapes. We all have good imaginations I hope."

Insaya is overheard praising Jaenelle: Gosh! I was expecting pockets, but she's so down-to-earth!

Noah strides into the room as if he owns it. Part of that has to do with his height and the other just the sheer presence he brings. There is that natural born stoic behavior of his. Noah's eyes cut over towards the staff and then back towards his wife. There is a deep rumble of his voice, "Now do I strike you as a person who lies?" While the man is almost always in black and covered everywhere, this is very opposite of tonight. Archduke Noah Velenosa is sporting only three things: his wedding ring, his signet ring, and a purple loincloth with a VERY bejeweled (cheap and imitation stones, but he trusts no one to look TOO closely) fox on the front. It does have a back modesty panel to cover his assets. He's not a savage.

Insaya is overheard praising Noah: Meh. Maybe not him.

Even better, is that Alis' fuzzy shield slippers look outsizedly large on her feet. Like they were made for someone at least a foot taller and with a larger shoe size. But, she shuffles along in them like they are the height of fashion. Also, Noah, they do NOT cover ankles! The horror! "Are you okay?" Did she hear a squeak from Insaya? She looks over with concern, and then... she looks in horror at the Velenosan Ducal Entrance. "You can undress him up, but you can't take him anywhere can you." she comments, to Jaenelle. Because of course.

The rendition of Blood Moon Rising is concluded at the commemorative clavichord and is roundly golf-clapped for by the Saik house staff who also aren't getting paid enough to pretend to enjoy Duarte's musical prowess (lack thereof).

The Count of Bravura stands and bows deeply to the grievously enthused crowd. "Thank you...thank you." He holds a fist to his throat and clears it. "And now, let me introduce our next musical performer, none other than Prince Noah Velenosa himself! Yes. And he will be singing 'O Where The Weasels Went' (everyone knows that song), accompanied by Lady Medeia on the harp."

Surprise! This is an ambush Bravuran Voluntold Musical!

But Duarte clarifies, for the sake of SKALD! "Each voluntold performer has the option to 'pass' and nominate another in their stead."

Medeia checks dexterity and performance at hard. Medeia is successful.

Duarte slinks away from the clavichord, leaving Medeia to field any questions or anger.

Insaya is overheard praising Duarte: Stylish AND cruel.

Insaya is overheard praising Lucita: Yay for imagination! Though, in this ward, I don't need as much as usual... Did I say that outloud? Sugar.

Jaenelle laughs softly towards Lucita, "I believe it is your house and you make the rules. You can wear whatever you'd like I think." She shifts her attention towards Alis, sighing, "very true, but it is a good thing he is so beautiful and that I like him or it would make things harder." To her husband she pats his arm when he is told he has to sing, "I am sure this will go well, and lying is an art you do not posses Chaos, that is true. I think if you learned to we's all be in trouble."

Noah checks intellect and performance at hard. Noah is successful.

Medeia is thoroughly distractd by Duarte and doing a very poor job of hostessing this party! SHe looks around and laughs, giving a bow of her head to Jaenelle and Noah, then a friendly wave to Insays. "Hi all! Welcome. I'm apparently going to play the harp?" She seems up to give it a go. There's a glance to Noah. "Are you up for this?"

Noah's eyes might be a little glassy. Really no reason for that right? He looks over at Alis for a moment and then looks her up and down slow style. His lips curve into a smirk and he's about to say something that will probably cause a war between the two lands, but everyone is saved by Duarte's announcement that Noah will sing. A loft of his left brow to this. He then looks towards Medeia. A shrug of one shoulder and he pauses to bring Jaenelle's hand to his from his arm. Then lifts her fingers to his lips (he does have to bend a bit) to brush a light kiss. "I never lie when it's about your beauty, Poison." He winks to her and then strides forward near the harp. Can Noah sing? He's not even sure. Greyson education don't fail him now.

"There once was a weasel
Who found himself in some teasel
It was there he pitched his tent
While everyone wondered where the weasel went."

Noah is overheard praising Alis: She showed ankle. That's about as Lyceum as the Tiny Avenger gets.

Noah is overheard praising Duarte: Telling me to sing. Brave? Stupid? Deadly? All depends on how high I am.

Lucita shoos a group of servants into the room bearing loads of comfie pillows and blankets to spread out as people should wish. Corners of her lips upturn at Duarte's performance and comments. To Jaenelle she admits "I usually just wear one of Talwyn's shirts but he packed up my favorite ones to take to Sailand with him." She gives a soft laugh and then claps for Medeia and Noah. "Ohhh, nice job!"

Insaya looks to be having sinking suspicion land that she is one of the few lone commoners crashing this thing. But that's okay. People usually load the senior inquisitor down with snacks to keep her happy, and therefore, less curious. "None Greater? That's an upsetting thought in context..." she comments as the poor weasel get's tugged out for review.

Medeia improvises the harp parts well enough, matching it to whatever Noah is singing to make it seem like they both definitely know this song (she doesn't). When it's blessedly over, she wonders of Alis and Insaya, "I'm sure that made you feel right at home, yes?" She grins at them and then takes some gliding steps in her flopping eared bunny slippers to collect a glass of wine. Hearing Lucita, the lady looks down at her outfit. "Oh, I certainly don't /sleep/ in this."

Alis has the momentary look of someone who is trying her best not to laugh. She can't even take herself seriously in her current pyjama outfit so she can't really expect anyone else to. "I almost talked Edris into coming with me, in boxers, but he was rescued by a squire with an emergency." she relays, sharing a smile with Jaenelle. And then, yep, with Insaya's comment she /does/ laugh.

Streams of mystical confetti from a mysterious origin (perception check at hard) rain down upon Noah and Medeia upon completion of A song called 'O Where The Weasel Went' - albeit, not the one we all know and love from our youth.

Duarte bravos and hoots and whistles for it!

"Your Highness, you may now Voluntell the next performer and song, and my fair, fair lady Medeia, the musical accompaniame...accompanei....person and what they shall play!"

Noah checks perception at hard. Noah is successful.

Medeia checks perception at hard. Medeia is successful.

Insaya checks perception at hard. Insaya is successful.

Alis checks perception at hard. Alis marginally fails.

Lucita checks perception at hard. Lucita fails.

Jaenelle checks perception at hard. Jaenelle marginally fails.

Insaya answers Medeia with a squirm, "When my home was in the Sleepless Knights, perhaps. Er... the other home, the sheep get upset about loud noises. And weasels. But my mum would love the harp."

Wine in hand, Medeia's nose scrunches at Duarte again before drifting in his direction and gently bumping right into his side. A sip of wine is taken while considering. "Does the archduke know the clavichord? Surely he can sing AND play?"

"There is some thing comforting about wearing a lover's clothing. Perhaps it is the lingering smell of them on the cloth or remembering a memory of them while they wore it. It is a good option to soothe for sleep," Jaenelle tells Lucita understandingly. "He should have come," Jaenelle tells Alis, clicking her tongue, "that squire should have clearly handled the emergency himself. I'm sure there wasn't even one, but it's what he has been trained to say when Edris gives the signal." She turns to watch Noah and Medeia perform, clapping accordingly after it's been completed, "how little I know about weasels, I should read a book. Did you know that there are large clams all over the shore line that are caught when you dump salt on the holes? Then you reach down with both hands and tug them out."

Noah is overheard praising Lucita: For recognizing a wonderful singing voice from a modest singer that did not make up a song. Talent knows talent.

Noah has mystical confetti falling down on him! The man bows still very regally. He's stoic through is performance (if one can call it that), but apparently can sing a little bit. His left hand comes up over his brows to run through his hair. It's clear he's trying to dislodge it, as he gives his head a slight shake. He nods a bit to Medeia as she is stuck performing. He moves through the crowd towards Jaenelle. He pauses to give her an almost adorable boyish smile. "You know, I know you perform wonderfully..." Noah does get to pick his next victim, ".. but I just cannot stand to be away from you, so Alis is going to have to sing." He looks over to the other High Lady that is present. "If I get to pick the song, I want something bawdy and horrible. Please. The stage is yours." He does slide a glance over to Lucita. "What can I say? I'm good at everything I do, including singing." Also, hard to fail at a made up song.

Confetti...Confetti...CONFETTI!!! Lucita's expression becomes alarmed as she checks first for any mischievous children (or adults) with scissors, and then for her music collection. She quickly looks over those, her books and finally her stack of Barony reports tucked away out of reach, hopefully. Finally she reaches up to pull little pieces from her hair and catch a few as they drift through the air, looking at both sides as she tries to figure out what documents or empty paper may have been sacrificed to make... confetti.

Noah is overheard praising Medeia: For her fingering technique on the .... harp.

Insaya sticks out her tongue experimentally, to catch a shard of the falling debris on her tongue. In case. Nope. Note edible. Pffffbbtttt!

Noah is overheard praising Insaya: Meh. Also, if anyone asks, no I don't smell like haze.

"Oh, if the high lady is singing, and we just had an Oathlands song, Insaya?" Medeia grins at the Inquisitor. "I'd love for you to take on instrument duties. Mhm." Does she wink at the other woman? Yes.

Alis checks charm and performance at normal. Alis is successful.

Alis checks charm and performance at hard. Alis is successful.

Lucita says, "Feel free to use any of the instruments in the display case."

"A rare and stunning accomplishment! Prince Noah is both the chooser of the singing performance AND the passer of musical selection. He may then, ALSO, choose the musician! This is a feat of rare accomplishment in this very traditional, and not at all made-up, Bravuran custom of Voluntold Musicals!"

But then, Medeia goes rogue and straight ahead just selects someone else on her own! Duarte grips his heart. "How avant-garde! Please - continue!"

Noah is overheard praising Jaenelle: How can one not praise her? She is moonlight on a lonely dark night. She is a song that no poet could ever even attempt to write. She is the warmth of spring after a cold winter. She is the inspiration that every muse wishes they could understand. She's as beautiful as a raging storm and the calm that comes right after it. She is a rarity in life that causes everyone to stop and admire her.

Alis would never have thought of such a sneaky way to get out of going to a party; now that poor squire is going to be interrogated by the Highlord when she gets home. Just to see if that might have been the case. That she is picked next by Noah? Not a surprise, though she does roll her eyes and sigh a bit when the voluntell is given her. And especially when he makes his song request. "I know the perfect song; often overheard on a march. Do either of you know this one?" She gestures to both Medeia and Insaya before leaning over to murmur the song name in their ear. And whether she know of it or not, she's going to sing it.

When a man grows old, and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue,
When it bends in the middle like a one string fiddle
He can tell you a tale or two... o/~

And she manages to keep a straight face the entire time.

Insaya cheers for the most puissant lady with the shield-shaped shoes! "Just like mum used to sing it." She mimes wiping a tear. "All of these instruments are worth more than my house and everything inside it," she whispers to Medeia.

Jaenelle looks suspicious as Noah approaches with an almost guilty smile on his face though then he chooses Alis and she claps for her fellow tiny tyrant cousin, "I believe in you!" She then realizes Noah was chosen to play the instrument section by Medeia and shoos hom back up there. "Play that one," she points to all of them in the case, clearly not being any help. As Alis begins singing Jae's eyes widen at the song choice and she claps loudly, "amazing."

Medeia mutters, "... ... I am just ... ... start telling all of our guests ... ... but somewhat ... lies ... you, ... ... that be ... ... me?"

Lucita gives Alis a wink and laughs, clapping for her. "I'm speechless on how to praise that!"

Insaya checks charm and performance at hard. Insaya fails.

A deeply amused smile has settled on Medeia's lips and she just gives Insaya a little shrug, as if to say 'oh well' about the cost of the instruments. She's not usually so cavalier, but she's also probably going to make Duarte pay for the staff's wages and any damages resulting from this party. Then she murmurs something to her cohost thst isn't quite as quiet as it could be.

Alis gives a dramatic bow after her 'performance'. "Everyone remember to sing it when we all march on Harrow Hall, and that would be perfect." she jokes. "And please, if you sing it for Talwyn, let me know what his expression was?" she pleads, looking over at Lucita with an impish expression. "There is no higher praise." is said as an aside to Insaya, when she is told she sounds like the woman's mom singing the song. "I believe, Arch Duchess, that it is your turn to sing. Surprise us." is challenged, her smile growing.

Medeia is overheard praising Alis: I always love to see shield slippers and hear bawdy military songs! Probably. It doesn't happen often.

Lucita slips out to have staff gather more pillows and prepare to deal with confetti, feathers, and after party debris.

Medeia is overheard praising Noah: None Greater than Noah Vekenosa to sing about weasels.

2 Saik Guard, Micana, an efficient assistant leave, following Lucita.

More mysterious confetti showers down from above upon Alis and her voluntold musician, Insaya, upon the completion of the CORRECT 'Oh Where the Weasels Went' - the one we all know and love!

Duarte is properly regaled and definitely not drunk! *hiccup* He claps and then falls against Medeia for just a moment. A fist to his hand as he stifles a burp, but the other hand making the universal 'go right on ahead' motion to the stage suggests that the latest participants may keep it going! (Assuming they know the rules by now)

The Count leans his head to hear a whisper from Medeia and he chuckles. "Go right on ahead, love....."

Medeia is overheard praising Insaya: She gave it the old Inquisition Try! That's a thing.

Insaya settles herself awkwardly on the stool with the ONLY instrument that she has a clue how to play. In theory anyway. She's a shepherd's daughter, allegedly. She should at LEAST know how to play a wooden flute. She was a tinker... how many drums has she restrung? But no. She chooses the blessed armpit flugle. With her arms bared like this, it is possibly the only time she will be able to do this party trick. Who knew it would all go so tragically wrong...

One of Medeia's arms slips around Duarte's middle, cozy and lightly supportive. Also, making it possible for her to somewhat lead him around to mingle with the guests. As Alis and Insaya sing, the Saik lady approaches Jaenelle and Noah. "Archduchess, I know that you know Count Amadeo, but Archduke, have you had the pleasure of meeting the man who once survived being shipwrecked alone on an empty island by eating boiled splinters of ship wood? It was his only sustenance for three days!"

A kiss is blown towards Noah as Jaenelle is picked to sing this time. She has never claimed to know how to sing but it is certainly something every royal must learn a few things about. She moves towards the front of the room and clears her throat in preparation, "I once snuck on one of my grandfather's ships when I was younger" as if that explains anything.

The ocean is dangerous and rocky.
Young sailors it's best not to get cocky.
When the ship starts to rolls,
Find yourself a nice hole..

Jaenelle stops singing here and shrugs, "I never heard the ending."

Alis claps cheerfully when Jaenelle sings the sea shanty. "The imagination no doubt supplies many an ending that is entertaining, and isn't that the point in the end?" She approves. Leave it to everyone there to choose their own vocal sea adventure.

Insaya clears her throat, and thinly sings out straight-faced, because well... they did ask for it.

"The well-mannered man, of high-etiquette born,
May see in the mirror morality's form
And not merely ornaments gaudily worn.

At a feast such as this, 'twas an honor to dine,
But I'll have no more capon nor mutton, nor wine,
And as for dessert, I shall have to decline.

For temperance decries the unbound appetite,
So I'll push back my plate to Good Breeding's delight,
And please, my good man, only one fist tonight."

Noah glances over at Duarte and Medeia when the man is introduced. "I may have met him." But I was high is left off of the deep rumble of his voice. The survival story causes him to look up and down Duarte. "Hmm." The noise is almost like a sentence how he does it. Sadly, he continues. "I've known a few men to survive by the wood in their mouth allow." Then there is Alis coming off the stage and Jaenelle going up. He turns to watch this happen. If Alis allows, she is given a drop of his arm over her shoulders while he waits for his wife to return. "You did not disappoint, Tiny Avenger." He does clap for his wife and wait for her to get back to him.

Noah is overheard praising Jaenelle: For the song, for life, for being her.

Jaenelle checks charm and performance at hard. Botch! Jaenelle fails completely.

Medeia is overheard praising Jaenelle: She did something! And it was... impressive!

Noah is overheard praising Jaenelle: Well that was ... something.

A single confetti square floats down and nestles atop Jaenelle's head....and then full heavy bucket of the stuff is dumped on Insaya.

Duarte bows and scrapes and all that jazz before Noah the Shirtless. "My lady misrepresents me, your grace. I merely suckled upon the splinters - I did not ingest!"

Despite the lack of confetti, Jaenelle's performance elicits uproarious applause from the house staff and Duarte! (ah the perks of ruling over a Great House!) "Finally, a song I know!"

"Any Knight worth their salt knows at least one good marching song. And by good, I mean bawdy. Of course." Alis shares, tipping her head towards Medeia and Duarte as they near. Since it looks like she's hangin' out with Noah for awhile. Her nickname is almost a source of pride, even. Need avenging? She's got you covered. "That sounds like a lost opportunity to get some fiber in your diet." You know, for not swallowing the splintered wood.

"Then you mistold the story," Medeia accuses Duarte when he claims she misrepresents him. She looks at the performers and offers encouragement before drinking deeply from her wine glass. She listens to Alis and laughs softly. "It does, doesn't it? Fiber is so important..." She trails off briefly, and then she looks between the high lady and the count. "And you two know each other? Surely you must! But I bet you didn't know that our dear Duarte has a pair of pet seagulls - Steve and Phil. They're girls. Get quite noisy over picnic scraps."

Insaya says, "Phil and Steve are fine, traditional girl's names."

Medeia nods. "Mhm. Short for Philomena and Stephania."

Jaenelle looks around after her really bad sea shanty sharing and sees that everyone has gone or is looking away to avoid going, Jaenelle takes her one square with her and travels back towards Noah and Alis. She points to the single piece on her head like a trophy and grins brightly. "I'm keeping it and naming it Ted," that's a normal response. "Thank you, Lord Duarte," she then says equally amused at his applause. "I did not know seagulls could be trained," she says surprised, "how interesting!" She turns towards Insaya and gives her another grin, "I see you've heard of my feast of senses. I'm sure at least someone had something more than food in them in my ballroom."

"Crows, actually..." Duarte inserts after Medeia - again - gets the details wrong. "And they never eat what I feed them. They only caw angrily at me. Alas...."

A very large, muscular Saik staffer with an unusually shrill and squeaky voice informs that the last confetti bucket has been spent. Thus concludes the musical portion of the event. Thank you, and please take home some of the cookies.

Duarte oohs! at the mention if the feast of senses and is quick to inform Jaenelle, "I can't speak enough at how I enjoyed myself at this feast last. Who did the pairings? Because mine was spot on."

Medeia frowns. "No, no. You told me the crows were Daryl, Dillon, Devin, Dustin, Dexter, David, and Jason."

Insaya says, "Oh! The meals in the dark! Alas, no, Grand Duchess, I haven't had the pleasure. But everyone I know who goes comes home most... fulfilled. And full of naughty food poems."

Noah is happy to go quiet for now. It's his normal type of mannerisms anyways. When Jae arrives back, Noah attempts to wrap his free arm around her and then kiss the top of her head. He makes sure not to disturb 'Ted'. Then he leans over to Alis and offers. "You know you should take some of that confetti to Edris and toss it on him. Sort of so he can feel like he was here."

Sir Rhys, a Valardin Knight, Laurene, a military adjutant, 10 Valardin Knights leave, following Alis.

Jaenelle tilts her head to accept the kiss and she tucks herself beneath Noah's arm as his borrowed High Lord slips away soon after her return. "I choose the pairings personally. I often know most of the people who are attending and have an idea of who they might enjoy a meal with, or I try very hard to pair each with someone they might never have a reason to run into." She laughs at Insaya's words, "I often never get to enjoy a partner myself, I usually give whomever I was going to dine with away."

As Alis slips away, Medeia bows her head to the high lady and wishes her good night. Then she looks among the others. "The feast was quite interesting, yes. I was especially fond of the dessert." She smiles brightly at Jaenelle, glancing at 'Ted' fleetingly. Then her focus is on Insaya. "Have you had enough to eat and drink? Please indulge. We have a guest room, should you need it." Her arms squeezes Duarte, just a little, before she pushes up on her toes to brush a kiss to his cheek. "This was a fantastic idea." After, the lady starts to move away from him to speak woth the particularly muscular and shrill house staff member.

Insaya says, "Who says you are not the soul of generousity, lies," Insaya says. Both of the chance to stuff her pockets with cookies from Duarte and Medeia's staff, and Jaenelle's impulse to give the clever people away. "Thank you very much for having me. I have a burning need at times to remind myself... that it is not always like the way it is of late." She bends one scrawny knee in deference before departing."

"Oh?" Duarte replies to Jaenelle, followed by a soft hmm to himself. "Perhaps, for the next one, you could shed host duties so you might attend yourself?" A beat... "No Bravuran surprises, I promise!"

Then Medeia goes to peck him, and he leans his cheek to it with a ready smile. Insaya catches his attention and waves to her with amiable fare, "Thank you for coming, and for sharing your stunning talent on the armpit!"

Medeia is overheard praising Duarte: He tolerates me well.

Noah arches his left brow up at Jaenelle to that. "I seem to recall one you enjoyed very much with someone." His arm wraps around the smaller woman to draw her to his side in a protective manner. Almost like habit. He hears guest room and looks at Jaenelle as his brows move up, drop down, move up, and then settle into place. He drops his voice to her ear. There is a loft of his brow at Durante's offer, but he's back to quiet noble in a loincloth.

"It has been a thought, to have someone else host one for me so I might enjoy it as others do, but it is a lot of work to thrust upon someone." Jaenelle tilts her head to listen to whatever Noah says quieter before her eyes roll. "My husband was my date once, either right after we were married or right before. Close to it. He was a wonderful partner but an equally patient husband to know that if someone does not show up he goes to another's company." She smiles towards Medeia as she slips off to go speak to the staff, agreeing "this was a lovely and entertaining gathering. We need more of these."

Medeia is not so far off that she doesn't hear what Jaenelle says, and she turns her head, smiling. "I would do it for you." She doesn't press the matter, though. She turns back to her task - instructing the staff to clean up all that confetti. There's enough to leave trails when people walk.

Duarte's grin is wide, amiable and his mustache only serves to accentuate how pleased he is. "I am delighted you came, Archduchess! I hope to host more such traditional Bravuran soirees in the coming weeks and months." He bows as well to Noah, "And you as well, your highness. Thank you."