"When I find the bloke who brewed this, I may just give them a kick," Prior states, abruptly finding himself in the shadow of the familiar Fitzjames. All around the party is playing out with people drinking and cajoling. Prior's only here for the food and alcohol, although he might be talked into something more dubious, nefarious, or both if the right notion strikes.

"What's that you're wearing?" He notes the change in Fitzjames and tries not to act surprised when he asks, "A smile?"