Re: By the punchbowl
"Or, God forbid, drown in it. What a way to go, after all," Humphrey grinned, "I'll give warning if I'm about to teeter off, yes. But," He took a little breath, "I should probably let you go off and chat with people who aren't apparently elderly narcoleptics, darling. I'm talking your ear off,I wager," He decided to give her an out there, in case she didn't know how to duck off from the conversation. A sort of mercy, he figured, if he was boring her.