Re: Isobel/Obed - 7:10 p.m., lobby to party room
He sighed as though much put-upon, though on some deep, long-buried level of his psyche he agreed with her. Long years—decades, no less—had passed since last he had donned a costume in its truest sense. There had been costumes, of course, like the first time they two had met. But nothing so thorough, nothing that ran the risk of making him look foolish in front of others. He looked back as he took the arm of the woman who had made this wonderful silliness possible.
"Just leave it up like that," he said, nodding at the mask shoved up against her adorned wig. "As long as you're still wearing it I don't think anyone will say anything. And you can try this... foot. Or these eyes." He picked up one deviled egg, lifting it on its little spear toward Isobel's eyes. "It all looks so appetizing. I wonder who catered. We should definitely get their card."