I wasn't going to answer at all, but I do think you'll find the story about the minstrels funny, so.
We went out to get some air and came round the Protector's statue into the square just in time to see this whole group of wizards--all of them on the Council--having a bit of fun at the expense of a troupe of musicians. They were hexing them to make them dance, and leap, and squeak, and sing in odd voices. It was, really, the funniest thing. And at the end, the lead minstrel bowed and put out his cap. Well, he was risking a serious hex for being saucy, but they seemed to like his gumption! And they all chipped in.
Then they all went off to dangle skaters over top of a hole they melted in the ice. I guess that was a bit less funny to the people on the other end of their charms. There were letters in the Prophet yesterday grousing about people being victimised and so forth. Did you see them? Whingers.
To answer your main question. Not that it deserves an answer, mind. Ned and I didn't 'get up to anything'--or at least not anything like you have in mind. We did walk out onto London Bridge and watch the sunrise--together with Shivani and Thom Evan and Sarah and Damion Gladwell.
It's true, though: I am thinking of asking Papa if I could have the old gardener's cottage. My hours worry Mama, and that's just unnecessary aggravation for her: I can't change my shifts, so it would be best if she were less aware of it when I'm not home early. It has nothing at all to do with Ned, and I'll thank you NOT to put that idea in anyone's head. Really. Please.
I'm off now for the concert. We're going to have supper first so we can miss Celestina Warbeck and the boring people she brings out, but the rest of the programme is fabulous. You are still my favourite brother of all time for buying our Faire passes. Even if you are a prat.
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I wasn't going to answer at all, but I do think you'll find the story about the minstrels funny, so.
We went out to get some air and came round the Protector's statue into the square just in time to see this whole group of wizards--all of them on the Council--having a bit of fun at the expense of a troupe of musicians. They were hexing them to make them dance, and leap, and squeak, and sing in odd voices. It was, really, the funniest thing. And at the end, the lead minstrel bowed and put out his cap. Well, he was risking a serious hex for being saucy, but they seemed to like his gumption! And they all chipped in.
Then they all went off to dangle skaters over top of a hole they melted in the ice. I guess that was a bit less funny to the people on the other end of their charms. There were letters in the Prophet yesterday grousing about people being victimised and so forth. Did you see them? Whingers.
To answer your main question. Not that it deserves an answer, mind. Ned and I didn't 'get up to anything'--or at least not anything like you have in mind. We did walk out onto London Bridge and watch the sunrise--together with Shivani and Thom Evan and Sarah and Damion Gladwell.
It's true, though: I am thinking of asking Papa if I could have the old gardener's cottage. My hours worry Mama, and that's just unnecessary aggravation for her: I can't change my shifts, so it would be best if she were less aware of it when I'm not home early. It has nothing at all to do with Ned, and I'll thank you NOT to put that idea in anyone's head. Really. Please.
I'm off now for the concert. We're going to have supper first so we can miss Celestina Warbeck and the boring people she brings out, but the rest of the programme is fabulous. You are still my favourite brother of all time for buying our Faire passes. Even if you are a prat.