Royce + Thora + Anyone!
"There's nothing quite like home," said Royce to her question. By then, they had wandered close enough to the long tables to see what was in store for them for dinner...or rather, in store for Royce, the late-comer. "Not even London with all her rich architecture could match to the homely delight of Newport," he turned to Thora and smiled as he said this.
"You, though," he raised his glass to his lips, "You should consider taking off for college. I know a couple of people who could help you. And the best part of it is that you won't have your dad breathing at your neck. What is it he's making you take now?" He sipped his champagne again, careful not to damage his mask.