Lorne smiled. Rooms just weren't triangular that often. And food. And wine on the table. Were there Sea Breezes?
Lorne didn't know what the invitation meant, but pretty much any invitation that sounded promising meant he'd attend an event. He wasn't dumb; he knew it could go badly. But hey. Life was for being lived, right?
There was a sparkly thing in the corner. Lorne thought maybe it was an art installation. It was very pretty. He picked up a cookie and chewed it, pondering that light.