Errol didn't notice the particulars of the dresses, the mask, or even who was in attendance. "Waffles," he repeated faintly, taking a glass of wine from a passing serving tray. "I think I'd like that." He took a bracing drink from the glass, realized that he'd only grabbed the one, and turned to Fred apologetically. "I'm sorry, I should have got one for you, too. Did you decide what you wanted?" He took another sip, this one smaller than the first.