[013, Video, OTA]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Hey there, everybody. Jus' checkin' up t'see who's all plannin' on comin' t'th'gala.

Big Daddy telephoned a l'il bit ago and asked if I can get th'names of th'people who are plannin' on stayin' th'night. RSPV, because it's first come, first serve.

We got 'bout 10 guest rooms, but we also have two granny flats, which I s'pose would be th'same

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HELP THIS POOR MAN, LOTTIE!

[destinyentwined]

[And there was poor Norrington, staring down at his communicator with his finger hovered over the reply button. Should he say yes? Should he say no? If he commits to it should he escort Elizabeth? Would that be too bold?

He stood in the kitchen by the boiling kettle, barely noticing when it began to whistle as he was too caught up with his inner turmoil. All over a Holiday party. This was Norrington's life.]

[destinyentwined]

Are you? I'm pleased to hear she has such a good friend. [And finally, a grin, though it was very brief and only lasted about two seconds.]

Excited? Has no one asked her already?

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Well, no. This isn't really one of those dances where you go with a date, escort, or partnah. But you've got nothin' t'lose eithah. If she says yes, then yay! But if she says no, then there's nothin' t'worry 'bout. 'Sides, I'm sure eithah way, you'd be able t'get in a few dances.

[destinyentwined]

A dance without an escort? [He furrowed his brows in surprise. Other cultures could be so strange at times.]

Wouldn't she find it odd for me to ask her when it isn't that type of function?

[He held his tongue on the fact that he wouldn't go if Elizabeth said no. Dancing with another woman? Those days were long over.]