[ Champagne ] — Here they find themselves once more, standing side by side at a table laden with glass flutes and sparking, jewel colored liquids.
Tailtiu lifts a glass, offering it in cheers.
"To hopin' this stuff isn't quite as horrific as last time, eh?"
Tink. Cheers, indeed, Miss Tailtiu.
"Mmm... I have it on good authority that the elementals didn't hold back in their efforts to impress - and that includes the spirits."
He swishes the drink in his flute before giving pause, and glancing... where, exactly? Her hand, one suspects, where once he had remarked upon a certain ring. . .
"How went the bout to drag your dearly beloved to this wonderful fiasco of a ball? Not too fraught, I should hope."















