Don't believe in no-win scenarios

"It was perfect," Adia says with a starry-eyed smile and a happy sigh. "We had it right at the end of tulip season. Maggie planned the entire reception. It was a little like this -- on a much smaller scale, of course. But, you know, if you have good food, friends, and some nice music, that's all you need, really." Of course, that's easy to say when you aren't the one who actually sweats over the nitty-gritty details, but she's endlessly grateful to Maggie for putting everything together.

"I'll show you pictures later, if you want to see. Caspar found an amazing tailor in the Nexus. Everything else was handled locally."

Adia knows Amelia well enough by now that her disguised laugh does not go unnoticed. "People paying off the bards?" she repeats in amusement. "Well, if you think you can get them to stick to an entire song -- preferably a slow one -- then I know Caspar will appreciate it."

"Appreciate what?" Caspar has made his way over by now, a cup of something warm and fragrant in each hand. He hands one to Adia, who takes it with her free hand, still holding onto Amelia's for as long as the rogue likes. "Hey, Amelia. Good to see you."