lavitz/sky | early evening
Sky snickered. "Can do!" He held up a thumbs up to show his promise; he was, after all, planning on doing nothing but eating. Dancing was not his thing and there wasn't much of anything else to do, which was fine by Sky; he was here, mostly, to avoid his parents.
"You got a lady you're here with, sir?" It seemed the better thing to do: make small talk, and avoid making conversation about his dog. He and Pyr had plans for their next adventures in keeping her warm, and it was going to be even better than the Eve of the Holy Saints, too, but Sky was not about to let him know that. Better to play the innocent!