As if a magic spell had broken, the circle of nobles quickly scatters across the giant, invisible platform, mingling, and Blossom hops back to her feet, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "I knew you'd be the one," she says, breathlessly. "Now, all you have--" She's cut off quite pointedly, as a hatchet-faced woman all but shoves her aside. "Greetings to you, young man. Have you had any thoughts yet of who your patron might be?" she asks, her tone dripping with false innocence.