It's Swing Time~

[cipherspeak]

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Elisha's motivation for organizing - or, honestly, delegating the organization of - a semi-formal dance party. Lucinda had suggested a ball, with stars in her eyes. She probably had already picked out ballgowns and themes in her head when Elisha had nixed the thing and - in a moment of desperation, with the memory of the swing-themed Fox wedding still in his head - suggest a Spring Swing, instead.

Everyone had run with it, and Elisha was pleased to say it had come out well. He was even more pleased to say that he didn't have to wear a suit, even if he stepped out into the lantern-lit gardens in everything but the tie. He paused near the raised dais provided for dancing and gave the small band the signal to start up the music before he attempted to fade back in the crowd. Not that that ever worked.

"Let the games begin," he murmured to no one in particular as he picked up a glass of champagne off a tray.

Note: Open to everyone and their brother; tag around, have fun!

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[intotherough]

It'd be wise not to, as it would only get a sober nod meant to convince Eileen that he had any bloody idea what she was talking about. It's been, shall we say, more years than Eileen has been alive since he took much in the way of science.

Actually, probably close to twice that long, but they won't think about that.

"I'll be careful enough that you don't go on any unexpected trips," he tells her with a grin, "but not so careful that it isn't fun."

That was a fine but important line, after all.

[lowtohigh]

"I suppose it'd be rude to say no, particularly with an assurance like that."

And with a reassuring smile like that. And with, generally speaking, the promise of fun she was actually excited to have.

He will, alas, have to go easy on her. Elani had trained her well, but she is still a child of 13.

[intotherough]

They'll just make it up as they go along. It's the best way to dance, though actual dance training? Probably helps a bit.

"It 'twould be, I'm afraid," he says as the band strikes up a lively number. "You'll just have to suffer through the whirling."

[lowtohigh]

"Suffer?" Not that she isn't the one tugging him properly onto the floor. She absolutely is. "Is it too late to change my mind?"

Which she won't be. And she does expect he'll be taking advantage of her still being comparatively tiny in the 'swing' of things.

[intotherough]

"It's far too late," Ben proclaims. "You should just accept your fate now, Eileen lass."

Other things she should accept: slides, dips, and a slightly dramatic frog jump, of course.