There is a stretch of quiet from Ellis, perhaps processing the amount of cheese tart that has been handed to him or the costume Wysteria has put together or the effect of half a face of makeup. (Or acclimating to her presence here, somehow unexpected and all the more blinding for it.)

Ruadh, however, is undeterred by these factors. Having vacated his nest of blankets, he's trotted over to butt his head against Wysteria's hip in both a request for a proper greeting and perhaps to offer her the single seat in the room.

"You're very kind," is what Ellis settles on. "Bastien did not play this year?"

He is still standing, cheese tart in hand. Aware that this is not a space well proportioned for entertaining.