Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20141118044242/@comment-25686329-20141211042220

Henri smiled, but wasn't sure if she did physically or mentally. Didn't really matter. Sob and Quinn exchanged knowing looks, an odd mix between positive and negative before simaltaneously saying a single word.

"Griffin."

Henri wasted no time.

"Henrietta Griffin, Daugther of the Invisible Man. You're Chanson Hound, that's a white coffee, and you..." she hesitated for a moment, reading her demeanour and composure like all those detective novels had taught her. "...don't have a date to the Thronecoming Dance?" she finally said, a little surprised.

"I guess that's good for you, Foxtrot." She said, a smile in her voice accompanied by a harsh nudge to the ribs of Sob.

"Don't call me that." Sob returned. Quinn snickered and checked his watch again. Game would be starting soon.