Nos saunters in. He is impeccably dressed in his usual black frock coat with tails and a deep crimson poet shirt complete with silk carvet. Added for the impromptu tea party, however is a overly large Black top hat, with a card emblazoned with the number 10/6 sticking out the hat band, which sits jauntily atop his long, curly, black hair. he smiles and pokes at Nim.<br/><br/>"Make room, make room, make room."<br/><br/>Laughing deeply he takes a seat and addresses everyone.<br/><br/>"Greetings ladies and gent, Pass me the scones would you and a bit of those hallucinogens for my tea."