[ this is kaveh, so of course he has an armful of something or another as he swans by - this time, it's three discarded suit jackets and the magnanimous intention to go grab a fourth, just in case - but he pauses at the counter with something like terrible levity and some very real admiration. alcohol is an art. daan had written for him a few recipes to go on to bridge the gaping alcoholic gap they had at the time, but thancred's technique is what is carrying the rest of the gala today. he is grateful.

and, of course, amused. ]

Ah, there's you. Hi, Thancred. You're doing lovely; I'd like to send you regards, given that the person who rather wishes she could send them is too much of a coward to do so. Do you see what I have to deal with at this gala?