continued on a stairwell
"Thanks," Muse said, managing somehow to both cringe and smile at the same time. Weirdest night ever. "You don't have to, I know this is really gross." It was gross to her, and they were her own feet. But she worked on brushing away what glass she could, and was relieved when she forced herself to look and saw no massive chunks sticking out. Had that happened, she might have fainted. "Lovely way to get to know a person, isn't it? I think our toast is going to have to wait." It was a lot easier to joke when she didn't feel like she was going to be thrown out a window at any moment.