Now she understands the look he gave her. Her gaze drops sheepishly. "Sorry... sometimes in an effort to understand others, I go a little overboard." It figures the one Durant she finds at the party would be the least slavish to tradition. At least he sees the humor in it. Her smile returns and she adds wryly, "That, and the fact that I'm a guest probably disqualify me from putting anyone in their place."

It's easiest to imagine Viatorus floating off in the Nexus, perhaps even literally, and she giggles at the thought. "That I can do... which friend do you mean? Harrowheart? If it's him we won't have any trouble." He's the first friend who comes to mind, as she had caught sight of him shortly before the ceremony.