Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Yuthirin]

"Yeah!"

[Yuthirin]

"Pies!"

[Yuthirin]

"And dancing!"

[Yuthirin]

"Do you think there will be dancing pies?"

[Anastasia]

Cool.

From here fun is had. Fun and joy, laughing, dancing, singing and more. Hours pass...

The next thing all of you know, it's morning and you're gathered around a large table in an outdoor cafe. Food and drinks is there as you recover from a night of fun - and somehow, Tryll isn't really sure how, you have a glowing bottle of whitish-gold that you're certain is the essence of humor.

[Nephrite]

"It's better to not worry too much about the how." Moore recommends. "The Lady of Joy is a stalwart ally in many ways."

[Yuthirin]

'I have no complaints.' Tryll replies serenely.

Calleigh is not awake. She is snoring loudly, held aloft on a pillow confiscated from some random party-goer's cast-offs. The bottle is stored neatly away with the others.

[Yuthirin]

'So. Westwind.' Tryll's tone is dry, 'How was your evening?'

[Anastasia]

"Faaaaantastic," Westwind gulps down a mug of watered down wine and then another, "Yours?"

[Yuthirin]

'Pleasant.' Tryll replies. 'I met a very pleasant conversationalist.'

[Anastasia]

Bubbles sips her drinks and squints, "I lost track of several hours. That usually means I had a good time, honey."

"Well then," Westwind guzzles a third drink and rises, "What next?"

[Yuthirin]

'Arborea, unless you have a better source of concentrated goodness.'

[Anastasia]

Okay then, what's your plan?

[Yuthirin]

Arborea, unless you have a better source of concentrated goodness.

[Nephrite]

Moore would suggest Mount Celestia if he was interested in going there.