Bob rose from his seat and held out his hand to any of the ladies that would take it. Once one did, or once they all got themselves up, he would make his way to the other table. He would give Mab a sideways smile and a shake of the head.<br/>"How many more tables am I going to have to switch to? This constant standing and sitting is killing my legs."<br/><br/>With a chuckle he waited for the ladies to have there seats before taking one of his own, between as many of the ladies as he could manage. Then he would raise an eyebrow at Mab. "Speaking of sitting and standing. As a gentleman, am I obligated to rise when you get up?"