Mary raised a brow at Paddy. "One does try, cousin." She felt the game filling in, taking over as they got closer to the start. This was going to be a memorable night. She tucked the arm not occupied by Delia into Paddy's. "Not to worry. We'll find you a nice gentlemanly cloak soon enough."
"But Delia's the clever one," she clarified with a smile. "Now, I don't think our dear cousin's head should be put to such use. We'll save that for later, and use the brick this time. The windows are low and the guard's gone to the taven for the night." She leaned her head on Delia's shoulder for a moment. "Lady D... Diane? Dominique? Elodie?"