Mr. Fitz, please. [For a moment, she seems genuinely alarmed.] You cannot having dancing without drinks.
[Much less pressing, apparently:] It's for the rifle. And so the funds are not strictly for Riftwatch, but rather to the benefit of it. Which is how it should be worded should anyone ask. The 'for the benefit of' bit. You may leave all the rest off, of course.
[ Distinct 'sorry he asked' gesture. Predictably, however, 'for the sake of making a cool gun' is one of the few reasons he'll put up with schmoozing. ]
Alright, fine. Yeah. I'll ask Daisy. [ He starts to turn back to the shelves, stops. ] Do we have to dress up?
I've been recommending that we all dress in whatever is most comfortable. The non-Riftwatch guests will I'm sure be in good fashion, but— if you still have the shirt you arrived in, for example. That would be perfectly appropriate, so long as the mud has come all the way out of it.
But really, [with a dismissive waive of the hand.] whatever you feel is best will be fine. No need to overthink the thing.
[ Does he still have it? Yes, because it came with him through the rift. It's evidence (and someone made off with the body bag, so). Does he ever wear it? Absolutely not. ]
Not that, that's what's appropriate. I'm done being a bloody theme park attraction. [ Not that any of them really graduate from being freak shows to the locals, but there's that and there's playing into it. ] And you'd better not hide in a bloody closet and leave us to fend for ourselves. Again.
[ —is all said very earnestly with very serious petty grievance, but he's also back to messing with the shelves, so: just bitching, really. ]
She makes a face at his back, miming 'bloody theme park attraction' soundlessly with extra lip curl for good measure. She was clearly in that closet at least in some part on Mr. Ellis' behalf.]
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[Much less pressing, apparently:] It's for the rifle. And so the funds are not strictly for Riftwatch, but rather to the benefit of it. Which is how it should be worded should anyone ask. The 'for the benefit of' bit. You may leave all the rest off, of course.
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Alright, fine. Yeah. I'll ask Daisy. [ He starts to turn back to the shelves, stops. ] Do we have to dress up?
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I've been recommending that we all dress in whatever is most comfortable. The non-Riftwatch guests will I'm sure be in good fashion, but— if you still have the shirt you arrived in, for example. That would be perfectly appropriate, so long as the mud has come all the way out of it.
But really, [with a dismissive waive of the hand.] whatever you feel is best will be fine. No need to overthink the thing.
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Not that, that's what's appropriate. I'm done being a bloody theme park attraction. [ Not that any of them really graduate from being freak shows to the locals, but there's that and there's playing into it. ] And you'd better not hide in a bloody closet and leave us to fend for ourselves. Again.
[ —is all said very earnestly with very serious petty grievance, but he's also back to messing with the shelves, so: just bitching, really. ]
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She makes a face at his back, miming 'bloody theme park attraction' soundlessly with extra lip curl for good measure. She was clearly in that closet at least in some part on Mr. Ellis' behalf.]
Then perhaps you might consult your good friend Monsieur de Foncé. I'm certain he could instruct you far better than I when it comes to men's fashion for an evening of entertaining.