There are no hounds licking mutton off the floor, for one. I suppose seeing who stepped in dog doo-doo first at any kind of big gathering was part of the entertainment. [Okay, so maybe he's exaggerating. A little. It's like 30% true--there are dogs, and they do throw scraps on the floor for them, and the dogs do shit. Just maybe not at a gathering this formal.] And we have minstrels who sing about the news of the day instead of the pre-set music that comes out of those metallic boxes. I have yet to hear a single ballad about the White Queen turning us all into her loyal minions, which is probably something to be thankful for, actually.
[Depositing his empty plate on the table next to him, he reaches for his drink glass, settling his weight on one leg in casual repose. He'd parked himself in a position that gives him a nice view of the room; he's in no particular hurry to shuffle off.
Eyebrows lift--a big head, me? Don't be silly!--and then settle again.]
Then sincerely, I thank you. I'm trying for a more Earth-y look.
[A dress shirt instead of dress robes isn't trying that hard, in all honesty, but he'd thought it'd be nice to blend a little more than usual tonight.]
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[Depositing his empty plate on the table next to him, he reaches for his drink glass, settling his weight on one leg in casual repose. He'd parked himself in a position that gives him a nice view of the room; he's in no particular hurry to shuffle off.
Eyebrows lift--a big head, me? Don't be silly!--and then settle again.]
Then sincerely, I thank you. I'm trying for a more Earth-y look.
[A dress shirt instead of dress robes isn't trying that hard, in all honesty, but he'd thought it'd be nice to blend a little more than usual tonight.]