[Evening wears on but the festivities in the Gallows courtyard must still be in full swing because the sound—the slightly bad music, someone laughing—bleeds through from under Wysteria's more pronounced:]
Mister Ellis, you had best be at some very excellent party in Kirkwall or I may be cross with you.
[No, then she would still be cross with him on account of not taking her along.]
crystal, satinalia;
Mister Ellis, you had best be at some very excellent party in Kirkwall or I may be cross with you.
[No, then she would still be cross with him on account of not taking her along.]