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@malignantknight
boll trockar
Camilla has injured her ankle and is now stuck sitting and watching. She'll have to turn down any requests to dance :(
Roses Mauvier Hector Maria
Orchids Zephia
Lilies Niles
Hyacinths Jakob
Tulips Selena
Fit below, progress pics and inspiration included
[ SHAVED ICE ] "If you let this melt, it might be like those boxed drinks you hand out. Or would you prefer a flower?"
Camilla smiles as Altena hands her the frosty drink. "Oh it's like a cup of snow! What a delight! Thank you dear!"
She takes a small bite, frosty and sweet. If only it was feasible to pass these out instead of the juice boxes.
"I'd love a flower as well. And here, I'll share mine with you too!" Camilla held out a red tulip with a warm smile.
The Sweetest Sanguine Lullaby
[ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
Camilla nods absently. It makes sense that he would be worried about the criminal reforms Xander was trying to enact. His question makes her chuckle. Camilla had not packed lightly, and the longer she stayed, the more she accumulated. "Darling I'm certain that I outgrew that tiny little dorm space since the moment I moved in to it."
She glances down to the braided band on her finger. "It would be nice to have space for Nina if she decides to come. She'd probably prefer to stay in the dorms, but having a room for her..." She sighs. "As an option at least. And it would be nice to get away from the campus for more than just missions. I feel obliged to help the students any time while I'm on campus." She sighs again. "I've never had to worry about finding somewhere to live though, I wouldn't even know where to start."
He couldn't help but smile when she laughs despite how quiet and lighthearted it was. He wasn't going to suggest that she send some of her things back to Nohr. Most of it was likely personal items, weapons, and other things she'd acquired she'd probably acquired during her time here. Even having this conversation made his soul a little lighter, and he knew she was in for the long haul when they'd exchanged rings during the war but having a space together meant more to him than she would realize. "Yeah, I know. I was trying to cut you some slack." Niles couldn't help tease her though he's gently taking her hand and brushing his thumb over the ring on her finger.
"She can stay wherever she wants. I think you deserve to keep your work separate too. It might do you some good." He wasn't implying anything, there was no malice in his tone either, he just didn't want her to burn out. Or devote herself wholeheartedly for little in return. "I've been looking around a little bit, mostly between smaller patrol routes. There are a few in town if you feel like starting there. I can figure out who to contact."
She melts into his touch as he brushes his thumb over the ring on her finger. Any and all tension or worries she may have had leave her as she sinks against him. His calloused hands are warm and grounding. They always manage to keep her from flying too high.
She knows he's right, she needs to do better about keeping her work separate. Normally she'd bite back, point out all the ways he did the same thing. But she just hums in agreement, too content to want to bite.
Her bliss is broken when he mentions looking at homes. Here. In Fodlan.
Away from Nohr.
She sits up and stares at him, a million questions on her mind all warring to be the first asked. "You... He..."
"Really?" Relief washes over her. "I'd... I'd like that. But..." She swallows hard, one question pushing forward over all others. "I... What about Nohr? I..."
can't just abandon my home. My siblings. My title. All goes unvoiced.
If she were in Nohr, she would be aching to leave the castle and have a home of her own. Away from court, away from politics, away from everything. And here was quickly becoming home too. The beautiful stone walls and green rolling hills. The bustling, friendly, market place.
Her siblings were here too. Mostly. But they were more than capable of visiting, and letters were enough to keep her connected to Xander and the others whenever they did return to Nohr.
Her title... It weighed on her like a stoneborn on her shoulders. It had always been the thorns that cut her hand, the poison on the surface of her drink.
She has no doubt that Leo and Xander would do anything to give Niles a title, to make him her equal.
But what if she didn't want that? What if instead of dragging him to her tower, she climbed down to him?
What if she gave up her title?
"Yes." She sighs, the answer lifting her spirits. Her shoulders drop, she relaxes again, the feeling of a callous thumb brushing over her hair. Warm, rough fingers tucking hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek. "Yes I'd like that very much." She nods, closing her eyes for a moment and smiling. "Please... I trust you. Find us a good ho-..." Her voice catches on the word, almost like she can't believe she's truly saying it. She cups his face with her free hand and looks him in that endless blue eye that shined like the skies.
"A good home."
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who don't want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a student—it is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
"Panette! How nice to see you again!" She greets her warmly, holding out an orange tulip for her. "How have you been darling? Your studies are going well I take?"
Camilla listens intently as Panette gives her polite answers, all the while smiling.
"Any word about how the White Heron Cup is going? I'm afraid I've been confined here for most of the night. I twisted my ankle earlier."
[Champagne]
“Excuse me, Ma’am?” Ashe lightly pats the woman on her shoulder. She looks like a professor, so it would probably fine to ask her about this? In his hand is a glass of a sparkling lightly golden liquid. “Um, one of the servers I think handed me one of these champagne glasses by mistake. I, uh.. I’m not of drinking age yet, so would it be best to discard it or to put it back on the table?”
Camilla smiles as the student approaches her. Ashe, one of the blue lions if she remembered correctly. She smiles as he explains his issue. "I'll take it, no worries." Camilla took the glass, she'd drink it herself. No sense in wasting it. "And for being such a good boy!" She held out a tulip for him to take.
[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea.
When he considered getting tea for himself, he had spotted Camilla at a table, one a little ways from where the main crowd has gathered. Needing a break from all the excitement - from the difficulty that comes from navigating the darkened ballrooms - taking some time to rest sounded amazing, too.
"Would you like some?" He asks when he takes seat, placing two cups of tea at the table. "The right one's mint, and the other's a southern fruit blend. Pick whichever you'd like."
A stranger approaches her offering tea, and old habits die hard. Camilla is immediately on guard. She smiles politely and takes the mint tea. "How kind of you. I'm not certain I've seen you around campus though, are you just visiting from the town?"
She does not drink the tea. Not yet anyways. If she finds he can be trustworthy she'll be willing to drink it. But she makes it a habit not to accept open drinks from strangers.
"Here, for your bouquet." She places a tulip next to the fruit tea, still smiling politely.
The Sweetest Sanguine Lullaby
[ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
She smiles as he tucks the flower into her hair, and she can't keep it from growing when he compliments her. "I know." It was cocky, but there was no point in denying the truth.
"You're pretty handsome yourself." She tucks a deep purple tulip into the collar of his shirt, letting her fingers graze against his skin when she withdrew her hand.
The lights begin to dim as the festivities for the second part of the night begins. Magic glowing butterflies light the edges of the halls and walkways, providing a small amount of light.
Camilla closes her eyes and sighs. She imagines how beautiful it is outside right now, the stars twinkling overhead. "Do you ever think about going back to Nohr?"
"I try. I had some help with my outfit so I can't take all the credit but if you insist on complimenting me like that I won't deny it." Most of it he'd picked out himself but the embroidered stars along the bottom of his cape was his favorite part. Especially since Camilla had taken the time to do it for him.
She sticks the flower into the collar of his shirt and Niles can't help but smile in return now. It's soft and warm, and unlike the smile he normally gives, this one isn't full of mischief. It's grows a bit more difficult to see as the lights dim, and a part of him wants to venture outside to look at the moon and the stars. He hasn't gotten very many opportunities to do so since arriving, but he is content sitting here with her. And with the weight of her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Her question gives him pause, only for a moment, as he tries to think of how he wants to give her his answer. "Only sometimes. Just to see how well the reforms for the criminal population are working." His feelings were a little complicated in that regard. Nohr was home, it always would be. Though Niles felt that there wasn't a whole lot for him there when the some of the people who were most important to him were here.
"I've been meaning to ask if you think we might be outgrowing our space here?" Granted it wasn't a lot of space, but somehow they made it work. It helped that he'd packed light and only traveled with his necessities. He just wanted some place they could call their own. "I'd follow you if you wanted to go back though."
Camilla nods absently. It makes sense that he would be worried about the criminal reforms Xander was trying to enact. His question makes her chuckle. Camilla had not packed lightly, and the longer she stayed, the more she accumulated. "Darling I'm certain that I outgrew that tiny little dorm space since the moment I moved in to it."
She glances down to the braided band on her finger. "It would be nice to have space for Nina if she decides to come. She'd probably prefer to stay in the dorms, but having a room for her..." She sighs. "As an option at least. And it would be nice to get away from the campus for more than just missions. I feel obliged to help the students any time while I'm on campus." She sighs again. "I've never had to worry about finding somewhere to live though, I wouldn't even know where to start."
XOXO, Gossip Girl
continued from here X
"Yours or mine?" Camilla looks up at Python with a knowing grin. "Unfortunately for yours, Forsyth is the perfect victim for Niles' brand of mischief."
Judging from Niles' posture, he was no doubt pulling something on Forsyth.
"I'd go over there and tell him to stop but alas I sprained my ankle earlier." Camilla sighs, having no intention to stop Niles' schemes.
She looks down at the braided band on her finger with a smile. "Illegally yes, he's my husband." She pats the seat next to her, inviting Python to sit down as she continues. "It was too busy during the war for a wedding, and then there was Xander's coronation and its been a whirlwind of things ever since." She waves her hand dismissively.
"You're quite perspective. Even some of the people who fought in the army with us didn't figure it out. Not that we've done much to advertise it." She glances back at the scene Niles and Forsyth are having with a soft smile.
"How about you two?" She looks back at Python. "Did you "get married" under everyone's noses too?" She puts air quotes around the phrase.
The Sweetest Sanguine Lullaby
[ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
"Ice would be fine." She pecks his cheek. "Don't bother Elise, let her have fun. It'll heal on it's own soon enough." She leans her head on his shoulder. "Besides, there's plenty of fun we can have later that doesn't require either of us to be on our feet." She whispers just loud enough for him to hear. She knows she's teasing, it was fun giving him a taste of his own medicine from time to time.
"I'll go get it in a bit. You seem comfy." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and with his other hand, pulled a lily free from his bouquet. The smile that forms on his face next is small, mischievous, but he'd been caught off guard for a short moment before that. "Such naughty thoughts already? How scandalous. The night has barely started." His voice is teasing as he tucks the flower into her hair. "Can't say I blame you though. You're gorgeous."
She smiles as he tucks the flower into her hair, and she can't keep it from growing when he compliments her. "I know." It was cocky, but there was no point in denying the truth.
"You're pretty handsome yourself." She tucks a deep purple tulip into the collar of his shirt, letting her fingers graze against his skin when she withdrew her hand.
The lights begin to dim as the festivities for the second part of the night begins. Magic glowing butterflies light the edges of the halls and walkways, providing a small amount of light.
Camilla closes her eyes and sighs. She imagines how beautiful it is outside right now, the stars twinkling overhead. "Do you ever think about going back to Nohr?"
Finally, she thinks; the last of these infernal blooms.
It'll only be a matter of time before more will be shoved into her arms, she's certain, but for now, Zephia is eager to be rid of the final orchid in her current bunch. That, she will say, is the sole reason she approaches a lovely enough woman sitting off to the side, fortunate enough to be injured so that she could have an excuse to avoid the endless dancing.
"It's a shame," Zephia says, sitting down beside her. "Lovely women like yourself are usually the sort to enjoy these kinds of events the most."
Alas.
"Here." The final orchid is offered. "Perhaps by the next event, you'll see your ankle healed, and I'll have the pleasure of asking you for a dance then, hm?"
Camilla smiled at the stranger. She had good taste at the very least.
"Thank you." Camilla smiled, taking the orchid. "And for you as well." She held out a black tulip.
"I don't make it a habit to dance with strangers." She says. "Are you a new professor? Or are you visiting from town?"
The Sweetest Sanguine Lullaby
[ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
Camilla's eyes sparkle with her smile. "You'll make it up to me later for every time you do." There's an air of seduction about her voice.
"Besides Xander and I learned together and he stepped on my feet all the time." She chuckles. "We'll just focus on this for now."
She keeps the pace slow for him, giving words of encouragement and praise. They move around the room in a slow spiral, much slower than the tempo would have encouraged. He steps on her toes a few times, making her smile every time, but it's not a problem until towards the end of the song. He steps on her toes and Camilla loses her balance and rolls her ankle. She can't help the grimace as she stumbles. "Ow."
She braces herself on Niles' shoulders and tries to ease her weight back onto her foot, only to immediately lean back onto him. "Ow, I think I need to sit for a moment."
She feels horrible, she know he feels horrible and he's probably kicking himself. He guides her to a seat and she takes the opportunity to check the damage. She grimaces at the sight of the swelling, she won't be on her feet again any time soon. With a frown she swings her leg onto a nearby chair to elevate it and fiddles with the strap that's already feeling like it's biting into her ankle. She sighs in relief when she removes the heel. "Sorry darling." She pats the seat next to her, inviting him to sit next to her. "I suppose I'll be making you run around fetching me drinks all night." She teased.
"Hey." She says gently, stroking his cheek. "Don't beat yourself up about this. I'll be okay. I promise."
Niles thought he was pretty light on his feet but it seemed like he was wrong. He could still walk and enter a room without making a sound though.. So maybe it was just dancing specifically that caused his feet to fumble. Suddenly he is glad they hadn't attempted trying this last year. It likely would have been more difficult to keep his footing in the sand. Every time his feet crossed over hers or he's stepped wrong, he apologizes, and simply keeps his focus on the instructions she gave him until she's lost her balance and almost falls backwards. His hands reach out to catch her, and he's pulled her close again to allow her to lean on him as they both take a moment.
Whatever focus he'd had on the dance and the music is shot now, as it should be and his only concern is Camilla. "Seems like I jinxed it, huh?" Perhaps now wasn't the time for a little joke, but the smile and laugh he tries to give in a small attempt at lightening the situation feels a little forced.
"Come on, there are some chairs over there." He's half tempted to just lift her into his arms but it's a fairly short walk. One of his arms slides around her waist, his thumb gently stroking over her hip while his other reaches to pull her arm over his shoulders so that he may guide her easier. Once she's comfortable again, he dutifully sits down next to her and wraps an arm around the back of her chair so that he can lean closer into her while she inspects her ankle.
"Don't be sorry, I should be the one apologizing." He hasn't noticed that he's been frowning the whole time but the way she teased him managed to break through. The smile that forms is small and that familiar glint of mischief is back in his eye. "Taking orders from you all night is always a nice way to spend my time, I think."
Niles leans his head into her palm, allowing a quiet sigh to pass through his lips as he tries relaxing into her gentle touch. "Yeah, I know but that doesn't mean I still won't feel bad. Can I find you some ice? Or a healer? Elise is here, isn't she?"
"Ice would be fine." She pecks his cheek. "Don't bother Elise, let her have fun. It'll heal on it's own soon enough." She leans her head on his shoulder. "Besides, there's plenty of fun we can have later that doesn't require either of us to be on our feet." She whispers just loud enough for him to hear. She knows she's teasing, it was fun giving him a taste of his own medicine from time to time.
"Princess Camilla." Ryoma's tone is sharp. "I hope you're behaving yourself." His eyes fall to her ankle. At least she's confined to one place, he supposes.
Ryoma towers over her, for once. She supposes that this is how most people see him, he did cut a more intimidating figure like this. Not that it would work on her.
"What ever are you insinuating?" She rolls her eyes and sighs. "I've just been here watching the crowd." The incident with Hinoka has completely escaped her memory.
She raises an eyebrow, smile curling upon her lips. She knew how to get him to leave. "If it's misbehavior you want from me, you'll have to get on your knees and beg for it." Maybe Niles was rubbing off on her...
Camilla looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. This may be a rare moment where Hinoka is taller than her, being confined to sitting after injuring her ankle, but she still knows how to tear her down. "That is absolutely not your shade of red."
As much as she had been enjoying the night thus far, it takes but one comment to remind Hinoka that she didn't belong here. She was a soldier not a socialite. Despite the good interactions she had been having, deep down she was overwhelmed and wishing she hadn't turned down her brother at the door. Camilla's comment cuts, if only because Hinoka knew she was out of place already. But as she turns to face the voice of her enemy (and how Corrin would be disappointed in that distinction), she found herself pausing uncomfortably.
Her mind turned to the siege of Castle Shirasagi, a battlefield, or the aftermath of one about to breach the castle proper. She remembered cold steel against her neck as Camilla stood over her. Now it was herself standing taller than the woman. It was hardly the same situation, but it was enough of a ghost of something similar to make her feel more uncomfortable. She could have fired back her own cutting remark, given into her anger, likely giving Camilla the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten under the Hoshidan Queen's skin.
Nohr had taken everything that mattered from her. She wasn't going to let this woman take her dignity too.
"Perhaps then, next ball, you might advise on a better outfit, Princess Camilla," she replied, offering a small and more practiced curstey. Perhaps the first action she had been forced to perfect as Queen. Her smile was a little forced, but that was the only indication to the storm buried deep. Then she offered forward a lily.
"I wish you a pleasant evening," she added.
Camilla's face lights up with pleasant surprise. "I would love to. You're a queen now, at events like these you should be commanding the room upon your entrance."
"I'd offer to help you right now, but I don't have anything that would fit you and Elise's clothes are too sweet." Her eyes narrow as she looks her up and down again. "Sakura's clothes are too sweet too, and no doubt too small. Hmm..."
"Before I forget..." Camilla hands her a deep red tulip, a red that was as striking as Hinkoa's hair. It had veins of gold in it, making it look more like a firey flower. "That's you're shade. Not that faded, wash or two away from pink." She takes the offered lily. It reminds her of Elise.
Before Hinoka walks away, Camilla adds one more thing. "It might be different in Hoshido, but in Nohr the only people a queen would curtsy for is her father or the king of another country. I'll tease and mock you all I wish if you continue to act like a meak little maiden around me." She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a sigh. "Losing the war didn't make you less of a warrior. You're making that disappointing choice yourself."
[ SHAVED ICE ] "Oh -- Miss Camilla!" As soon as she sees her, Maria trots toward her, glass of shaved ice in hand. With a beaming smile, she holds it out to her. "Hee hee... here! You hand out so many drinks at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, I thought someone should bring you a drink for once!"
Camilla smiles warmly as Maria approaches. "Thank you darling, how thoughtful of you!" She takes the drink with a smile. "And here, for you as well!" Camilla holds out a red tulip for her. "It matches your hair!"
"Go on and enjoy the ball dear, you don't need to fuss over me." She gives her a reassuring smile. "Niles is taking good care of me."
[ GOSSIP ]
SLAP!
"Briar, cmon..." Clutching his red cheek with one hand, the young man reached for his date's hand, but they shrugged him off.
"No, Flynn. I told you, one more chance, and you blew it!!"
"She just needed a partner for the White Heron Cup! And you hate dancing!"
"I hope you both lose. We. Are. Done."
The whole argument had taken place right in front of their salads drinks. The cleric, Briar, turned on their heal and stalked past the pair of them so close that Hector could feel the breeze of their indignant exit.
The monk, Flynn, just stood there, dumbfounded beside the dance floor. Behind him, a knight eyed his back hopefully, wavering as if unsure to go or to stay.
With a low whistle, Hector gestured at the scene. Normally, he wasn't one for stories and hearsay, but watching an explosive drama play out right in front of him? Now that's interesting.
He leans over to ask Camilla, "Who do you think he's going to choose? The one with the mean right arm or the one giving him the puppy dog eyes?"
Camilla gives Hector a knowing smile, looking up from her seat. "Both of them visit my office frequently." She holds out a tulip to him. "But you didn't hear that from me."
The Sweetest Sanguine Lullaby
[ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
@nohrianoutlaw
Nohr's national dance was not for the faint of heart. Everything was sharp and quick, and it was a dance that took up a lot of space. Most people didn't learn much beyond the basics. Beyond the basics it was heavily choreographed, meaning that a trusted partner was also required.
Camilla didn't know much beyond the basics. Occasionally, once a year or so at important state events, she would dance with Xander. Neither of them were much like the dancers who elevated the dance to something worthy of being judged and competed with, but it was enough to inspire pride in the masses of nobles who required it of them.
It was certainly more than what Niles knew.
"Come on." Camilla pulled him to the dance floor gently. "I'll teach you."
Her right hand laced with his left. "Don't let go, we'll take it slow." She promised, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
The music was moderately fast, the beat heavy. It was easy to count. "Stay parallel with me and step forward with your left foot." She said as she moved her right foot back. "Now your right." She moved her left foot back. "That's all we're going to do, one big circle around the room." She smiled warmly as she put her left hand on his right shoulder. "Keep your weight on your toes, don't put your heel all the way down, and try to step with every other beat for now."
Camilla continued to guide him around the room, pulling him back and repeating, "left, right, left, right."
Usually during the formal events back in Nohr, he avoided dancing. Keeping everyone in the palace at arm's length was fairly easy when people were so disdainful of your background. Besides, what education he'd gotten after becoming a retainer to Nohr's youngest prince didn't include dance lessons. At the time, that wasn't as important as improving his reading and writing.
He remembered Nohr's traditional dances were rather fast paced but that was about all he knew. Perhaps it was for the best. Now Camilla was able to teach him and he always enjoyed whatever amount of time they could spend together as well was the closeness that came with a lesson like this one.
When Camilla took his hand, he wasn't hesitant to follow her out onto the spacious floor though the quick pace and the amount of precise footwork of the dance was rather intimidating. She seemed confident enough. And he'd follow her anywhere if all she did was ask. With a deep breath, Niles gave her hand a squeeze in return, allowing Camilla to place her hand on his shoulder and then slid his free arm around her waist.
Somehow two of them hadn't danced together the year before. He supposed it would have been difficult with the sand and the storm that interrupted the second half but it still made him grateful for the time they got to spend together last year.
His brows furrowed, not out of anger or frustration, but he was trying to focus on her instructions as she guided him. His weight was shifting between each foot as they stepped together and his heels hadn't touched the floor as she said.
If anything, Niles was good at following instructions. Camilla's especially. "Not that it's something I'll actively try but you seem confident I won't step on your toes." There was still plenty of time for that, unfortunately.
Camilla's eyes sparkle with her smile. "You'll make it up to me later for every time you do." There's an air of seduction about her voice.
"Besides Xander and I learned together and he stepped on my feet all the time." She chuckles. "We'll just focus on this for now."
She keeps the pace slow for him, giving words of encouragement and praise. They move around the room in a slow spiral, much slower than the tempo would have encouraged. He steps on her toes a few times, making her smile every time, but it's not a problem until towards the end of the song. He steps on her toes and Camilla loses her balance and rolls her ankle. She can't help the grimace as she stumbles. "Ow."
She braces herself on Niles' shoulders and tries to ease her weight back onto her foot, only to immediately lean back onto him. "Ow, I think I need to sit for a moment."
She feels horrible, she know he feels horrible and he's probably kicking himself. He guides her to a seat and she takes the opportunity to check the damage. She grimaces at the sight of the swelling, she won't be on her feet again any time soon. With a frown she swings her leg onto a nearby chair to elevate it and fiddles with the strap that's already feeling like it's biting into her ankle. She sighs in relief when she removes the heel. "Sorry darling." She pats the seat next to her, inviting him to sit next to her. "I suppose I'll be making you run around fetching me drinks all night." She teased.
"Hey." She says gently, stroking his cheek. "Don't beat yourself up about this. I'll be okay. I promise."
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who don’t want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a student—it is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
Camilla eyes the on going arm wrestling match, arms crossed and grimacing. She feels another person step up beside her, deep violet towering over her. One of the knights, Mauvier she believes.
"I'm trying to decide if I should put a stop to this." She clicks her tongue as she continues to watch the match. "On the one hand, at least they're staying occupied and not bothering anyone. On the other... I can see both of them getting carried away..."
She watches for a moment more and then makes her decision. "Hmmm nope." She loops an arm around Mauvier's and turns him around with her. "Not our problem. Not tonight. Let's go get a drink." She flashes a smile and tucks a tulip into his suit. "Any chance you know where Niles ran off to? White hair, eye patch, charming smile?"
