*sighs* As soon as I have a very, very, very compelling reason to brave the seaside attend the Virtuosos, I will attend the Virtuosos.
*grabs a pitcher of water from the end of a table and fishes a paper cup from a tall stack* It unsettles me slightly that I have apparently molded you into someone who admires Lord Glorfindel in leather trousers. *fills the cup to the brim and hands it to you* *dryly* See, now, if you were still a Fountain, you'd know about Nico's food.