With shoulders sagging, the girl gripped one of Randal's pauldrons once more (seeming not so much like she was trying to gain a flirtatious social advantage, as being so accustomed to being able to do what she pleased with those around her she was scarcely conscious of it) and held the brunette's hand with her other. "To the former, Arabel, to the latter, at wherever they live or frequent in town on their days off, I suppose...you see, I, uh, last afternoon I gave them all the eve and 'til highsun today off, so that we'd have the run of the place for the stupid, stupid party!" She stamped her foot. "I don't know<em>where</em>any of the house staff live, but I don't feel like staying here now!"<br/><br/>The brunette suggests, "My place?"<br/><br/>The blonde wrinkled her nose (clearly not thinking a lot of her friend's residence, wherever that was) and said, "Yeah, maybe until the staff come in at highsun. And I guess we better report this to the garrison before we get pegged for being witches who killed everyone's sons or something. Gods, their parents are going to start floating about that we're whores or succubi or some pig-naed like that! And if this gets back to Arabel we can kiss catching any half-decent husbands goodbye! Hrast, hrast,<em>hrast</em>it!" she stamped her foot again and balled her petite fists.