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so uh im getting married. party should be fun. yeup.

Basil?

Why are you getting married so soon? Is his penis made of gold?

[Before the invitations arrive.]

[EVANDER, RHYS, TOM]
Mayday. Your services are required. Lord Norwood is in need of a respectable, recognisable best man -- Lord Finch, would you be available? -- and some genteel best men. Some cousins from abroad or similar nonsense. Rhys, Thomas, get your disguises ready, it'll be a hoot.

Oh, and he's getting married. So there's that.

[COLIN, EVANDER, MATHIEU, RHYS, TOM] handwave that he mentioned this before, just so it's less ~out of the blue~
A followup to my aforementioned proposition. The preparations are now complete: the town of Wildebarrow, Aries 1st and 2nd, we'll ride up and perform the New Years' Day concert and then get the hell out of the podunk mountain town once our hands are full. Are we all in, gentlemen?

Additionally, if anyone knows a discreet carriage rental...? I grew spoiled with having an airship at my beck and call. Alas, those days are no more!

[SKY & AUDREY]
So I hear we're to put you through your paces, Min.

[PUBLIC]
Rehearsal, rehearsal, rehearsal. I suppose this is the life now.

Spring in the fucking air already?

[Juliette.]

Congratulations to your sister.

[Evan.]

Seen that invitation, aye?