*shakes the cobwebs out of his head and has to stop himself from shooting a questioning glance across the table (wtf just happened?)*
*makes a grab for the bag nearest him* Some of us are going back to work. *smiles daggers at Ecthelion* And some of us...well, there's a saying I feel applies. Something about birth and silver spoons, but it's escaping me. *innocently* Ecthelion?