Quentin paused in his actions - the array of things were somehow all locking together into a surprisingly small area - to pluck the note from between her lips. He read it out loud, albeit mostly to himself, repeating each little quirk that didn't quite sit right, or that surprised him.<br/><br/>"Any way you like, hmm? Any way you like... " he tapped a finger against the table, considering it, before sighing and nodding. "They are my guests, you do only what *I* say, but it's fine. Best offer them everything, I doubt he, at least, will surpass what I intend to allow. Good, go on, you can write the rest."<br/><br/>He watched her rump wriggle away across the room before turning his attention away from her. The same pattern then continued for the next invites, though in all cases he nodded in approval - albeit low key, 'it's fine' kind of approval - before switching away from her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>