User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170911021510

(Once his measurements are taken, Orbit takes a moment to stretch and loosen the knots in his joints. He was never one for standing still for too long. But he hoped those maids weren't offended by his impatience. He then notices the Countess getting eerily comfortable with Goldenheart. Were all Trotsylvanians this... "intimate", or just the upper class?)

Orbit: Forgive my impertinence, Countess. If I may ask... This ball that you've invited us to attend tomorrow -- do you know if Count Di Dracaru will also be in attendance?

(Instinctively, Peter hooks his hoof with Sylvia's when she brushes hers against his.)

Peter: Games it is.

(With the gentlest of force, Peter urges Sylvia toward the nearest game booth -- standard "knock-over-the-bottles-with-a-ball" fare. Various stuffed animals were on display as game prizes.)

Peter: Heh. I'm a whiz at this game.

(He puts two bits on the booth counter, and the pony running the booth places three small balls in front of him. Peter picks up a ball, swings his hoof as professionally as he can... and completely misses.)

Peter: Heh. Well, usually I am.